1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.
He browses among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn 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.
6 Your 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.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
and virgins without number.
9 My 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.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning,
beautiful as the moon,
clear as the sun,
and awesome as an army with banners?
11 I 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.
12 Without realizing it,
my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
13 Return, return, Shulammite!
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite,
as at the dance of Mahanaim?
1 ¿DONDE se ha ido tu amado, Oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Adónde se apartó tu amado, Y le buscaremos contigo?
2 Mi amado descendió á su huerto, á las eras de los aromas Para apacentar en los huertos, y para coger los lirios.
3 Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío: El apacienta entre los lirios.
4 Hermosa eres tú, oh amiga mía, como Tirsa; De desear, como Jerusalem; Imponente como ejércitos en orden.
5 Aparta tus ojos de delante de mí, Porque ellos me vencieron. Tu cabello es como manada de cabras, Que se muestran en Galaad.
6 Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas Que suben del lavadero, Todas con crías mellizas, Y estéril no hay entre ellas.
7 Como cachos de granada son tus sienes Entre tus guedejas.
8 Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas, Y las doncellas sin cuento:
9 Mas una es la paloma mía, la perfecta mía; Unica 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?
11 Al huerto de los nogales descendí A ver los frutos del valle, Y para ver si brotaban las vides, Si florecían los granados.
12 No lo supe: hame mi alma hecho Como los carros de Amminadab.
13 Tórnate, tórnate, oh Sulamita; Tórnate, tórnate, y te miraremos. ¿Qué veréis en la Sulamita? Como la reunión de dos campamentos.