LXXUP Updated Brenton English Septuagint WEB World English Bible (Classic, with Deuterocanon) 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. 1 ¿DÓNDE se ha ido tu amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Adónde se apartó tu amado, y le buscaremos contigo?
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
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. 2 Mi amado descendió á su huerto, á las eras de los aromas, para apacentar en los huertos, y para coger los lirios.
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 kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, Who feeds among the lilies. 3 Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío: él apacienta entre los lirios.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4 Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, Beautiful as Jerusalem, Terrible as [armies] set in array. 4 Hermosa eres tú, oh amiga mía, como Tirsa; de desear, como Jerusalem; imponente como ejércitos en orden.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from before me, For they have ravished me: Thy hair is as flocks of goats Which have appeared from Gilead. 5 Aparta tus ojos de delante de mí, porque ellos me vencieron. Tu cabello es como manada de cabras, que se muestran en Galaad.
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 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. 6 Tus dientes, como manada de ovejas que suben del lavadero, todas con crías mellizas, y estéril no hay entre ellas.
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 Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [Being seen] without thy veil. 7 Como cachos de granada son tus sienes entre tus guedejas.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, And maidens without number. 8 Sesenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas, y las doncellas sin cuento:
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins 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. 9 [Mas] 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.
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 this that looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, choice as the sun, Terrible as [armies] set in array? 10 ¿Quién es ésta que se muestra como el alba, hermosa como la luna, esclarecida como el sol, imponente como ejércitos en orden?
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 to the garden of nuts, To look at the fruits of the valley, To see if the vine flowered, [If] the pomegranates blossomed. 11 Al huerto de los nogales descendí á ver los frutos del valle, [y] para ver si brotaban las vides, si florecían los granados.
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 There I will give thee my breasts: My soul knew [it] not: It made me as the chariots of Amminadab. 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.
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. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?