Cantares 6
Geneva Bible
1My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
3Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
4Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
5Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
6Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
7There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
8But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
9Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
10I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
11I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
12Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
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Reina-Valera 1909
1¿DÓNDE se ha ido tu amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Adónde se apartó tu amado, y le buscaremos contigo?
2Mi amado descendió á su huerto, á las eras de los aromas, para apacentar en los huertos, y para coger los lirios.
3Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío: él apacienta entre los lirios.
4Hermosa eres tú, oh amiga mía, como Tirsa; de desear, como Jerusalem; imponente como ejércitos en orden.
5Aparta tus ojos de delante de mí, porque ellos me vencieron. Tu cabello es como manada de cabras, que se muestran en Galaad.
6Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías mellizas, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7Como cachos de granada son tus sienes entre tus guedejas.
8Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas, y las doncellas sin cuento:
9Mas una es la paloma mía, la perfecta mía; única es á su madre, escogida á la que la engendró. Viéronla las doncellas, y llamáronla bienaventurada; las reinas y las concubinas, y la alabaron.
10¿Quién es ésta que se muestra como el alba, hermosa como la luna, esclarecida como el sol, imponente como ejércitos en orden?
11Al huerto de los nogales descendí á ver los frutos del valle, y para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
12No lo supe: hame mi alma hecho como los carros de Amminadab.
13Tórnate, tórnate, oh Sulamita; tórnate, tórnate, y te miraremos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como la reunión de dos campamentos.
King James Version
1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
World English Bible
1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
13Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?