Cantares 6
Grunewald-Ubersetzung
1"Wohin pflegt dein Geliebter sonst zu gehen, schönste aller Frauen? Wohin pflegt dein Geliebter sich zu wenden, daß wir ihn mit dir suchen?"
2"Mein Liebster pflegt zu gehn in seinen Garten, zu den Balsambeeten, sich recht an meinem Garten zu erlaben und Lilien zu pflücken.
3Ach, ich gehöre meinem Liebsten. Mein Liebster, er ist mein, der in den Lilien weiden soll." -
4"Du bist so schön, du, meine Freundin, gerade so wie Tirsa, so lieblich wie Jerusalem und dennoch schrecklich wie die Löwen.
5Wend deine Augen ab von mir! Sie setzen mich in Flammen. Dein Haar gleicht einer Ziegenherde, die an dem Gilead herab sich lagert,
6und deine Zähne sind wie eine Herde Mutterschafe, die aus der Schwemme steigt, die allesamt Zwillinge tragen, und deren keines ohne Junges ist.
7Und deine Wange hinter deinem Schleier gleicht der Scheibe des Granatapfels.
8Sind's auch der Königinnen sechzig und achtzig Nebenfrauen und Jungfraun ohne Zahl,
9so ist nur eine meine Taube, meine Reine, die Lieblingstochter ihrer Mutter, die kindlich der, die sie gebar, ergeben ist. Die Mädchen sehen sie und preisen sie. Die Königinnen und die Nebenfrauen müssen, sie bewundernd, sprechen:
10'Wer ist's, die da herabblickt wie die Morgenröte, schön wie der Mond, rein wie die Sonne, und dennoch schrecklich wie die Löwen?'" -
11"Zum Nußgarten wollt' ich hinab, mich an der Palmen frischen Trieben zu erfreun, zu sehen, ob der Weinstock sproßt, ob die Granaten blühen.
12Da haben gänzlich unvermutet Wagen eines fürstlichen Gefolges in Verwirrung mich gebracht."
13—
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?