Song of Solomon 6

1 Ποῦ ἀπῆλθεν ὁ ἀδελφιδός σου ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξὶ; ποῦ ἀπέβλεψεν ὁ ἀδελφιδός σου; καὶ ζητήσομεν αὐτὸν μετὰ σοῦ.

2 Ἀδελφιδός μου κατέβη εἰς κῆπον αὐτοῦ εἰς φιάλας τοῦ ἀρώματος, ποιμαίνειν ἐν κήποις, καὶ συλλέγειν κρίνα.

3 Ἐγὼ τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου, καὶ ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοί, ὁ ποιμαίνων ἐν τοῖς κρίνοις.

4 Καλὴ εἶ ἡ πλησίον μου, ὡς εὐδοκία, ὡραῖα ὡς Ἱερουσαλὴμ, θάμβος ὡς τεταγμέναι.

5 Ἀπόστρεψον ὀφθαλμούς σου ἀπεναντίον μου, ὅτι αὐτοὶ ἀνεπτέρωσάν με· τρίχωμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν, αἳ ἀνεφάνησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαάδ.

6 Ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμένων, αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ, αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι, καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς· ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου, καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραιᾶ.

7 Ὡς λέπυρον ῥοᾶς μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου.

8 Ἑξήκοντά εἰσι βασίλισσαι καὶ ὀγδοήκοντα παλλακαὶ, καὶ νεάνιδες ὧν οὐκ ἔστιν ἀριθμός.

9 Μία ἐστὶ περιστερά μου, τελεία μου, μία ἐστὶ τῇ μητρὶ αὐτῆς, ἐκλεκτή ἐστι τῇ τεκούσῃ αὐτήν· Εἴδοσαν αὐτὴν θυγατέρες καὶ μακαριοῦσιν αὐτὴν, βασίλισσαι καί γε παλλακαὶ, καὶ αἰνέσουσιν αὐτήν.

10 Τίς αὕτη ἡ ἐκκύπτουσα ὡσεὶ ὄρθρος, καλὴ ὡς σελήνη, ἐκλεκτὴ ὡς ὁ ἥλιος, θάμβος ὡς τεταγμέναι;

11 Εἰς κῆπον καρύας κατέβην ἰδεῖν ἐν γεννήμασι τοῦ χειμάῤῥου, ἰδεῖν εἰ ἤνθησεν ἡ ἄμπελος, ἐξήνθησαν αἱ ῥοαί·

12 Ἐκεῖ δώσω τοὺς μαστούς μου σοί· οὐκ ἔγνω ἡ ψυχή μου· ἔθετο με ἅρματα Ἀμιναδάβ.

1 Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? tell us , and we will seek him with thee.

2 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.

4 Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

5 Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

6 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep , that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.

7 Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.

8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

10 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

11 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

12 There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.