Cantar de los Cantares 6

1Mi amado bajó a su jardín, a las eras de bálsamo, para pastorear en los jardines, y juntar azucenas.

2Yo soy de mi amado; y mi amado es mío, el pastor entre azucenas.

3Hermosa eres, amiga mía, como Tirsá, amable como Jerusalén, temible como batallones de guerra.

4Aparta de mí tus ojos, porque ellos me conturban. Es tu cabellera, como una manada de cabras que va por las laderas de Galaad.

5Tus dientes son como un rebaño de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías gemelas, y no hay entre ellas una estéril.

6Como mitades de granada son tus mejillas, detrás de tu velo.

7Sesenta son las reinas, ochenta las concubinas, e innumerables las doncellas.

8Pero una es mi paloma, mi perfecta; única para su madre, la predilecta de aquella que la engendró. Las jóvenes la vieron, y la proclamaron dichosa; la vieron las reinas y concubinas, y la alabaron.

9¿Quién es esta que avanza como la aurora, hermosa como la luna, pura como el sol, temible como batallones de guerra?

10He bajado al nogueral, para mirar las flores del valle, para ver si ha brotado la vid, si florecen los granados.

11No reconozco mi alma; ¡me ha puesto en los carros de Aminadib!

12¡Vuelve, vuelve, Sulamita! ¡Vuelve, vuelve, para que te miremos!

1[Sponsa Dilectus meus descendit in hortum suum ad areolam aromatum, ut pascatur in hortis, et lilia colligat.

2Ego dilecto meo, et dilectus meus mihi, qui pascitur inter lilia.

3Sponsus Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.

4Averte oculos tuos a me, quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt. Capilli tui sicut grex caprarum quæ apparuerunt de Galaad.

5Dentes tui sicut grex ovium quæ ascenderunt de lavacro: omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est in eis.

6Sicut cortex mali punici, sic genæ tuæ, absque occultis tuis.

7Sexaginta sunt reginæ, et octoginta concubinæ, et adolescentularum non est numerus.

8Una est columba mea, perfecta mea, una est matris suæ, electa genetrici suæ. Viderunt eam filiæ, et beatissimam prædicaverunt; reginæ et concubinæ, et laudaverunt eam.

9Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata?

10Sponsa Descendi in hortum nucum, ut viderem poma convallium, et inspicerem si floruisset vinea, et germinassent mala punica.

11Nescivi: anima mea conturbavit me, propter quadrigas Aminadab.

12Chorus Revertere, revertere, Sulamitis ! revertere, revertere ut intueamur te.]

1My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

2I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

3Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

4Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

5Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

6Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

7There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

8One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

9Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

10I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

11I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

12Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.