1 “ Where has your loved one gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your loved one turned, that we may look for him with you?” The Woman

Où est allé ton bien-aimé, O la plus belle des femmes? De quel côté ton bien-aimé s'est-il dirigé? Nous le chercherons avec toi.

2 “ My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices. He has gone to feed his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

Mon bien-aimé est descendu à son jardin, Au parterre d'aromates, Pour faire paître son troupeau dans les jardins, Et pour cueillir des lis.

3 I am my love’s, and my love is mine, he who feeds his flock among the lilies.” The Fifth Song King Solomon

Je suis à mon bien-aimé, et mon bien-aimé est à moi; Il fait paître son troupeau parmi les lis. -

4 “ You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as beautiful as Jerusalem. You are to be feared as an army with flags.

Tu es belle, mon amie, comme Thirtsa, Agréable comme Jérusalem, Mais terrible comme des troupes sous leurs bannières.

5 T urn your eyes away from me, for they trouble me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that has come down from Gilead.

Détourne de moi tes yeux, car ils me troublent. Tes cheveux sont comme un troupeau de chèvres, Suspendues aux flancs de Galaad.

6 Y our teeth are like a flock of sheep which has come up from the washing. All of them give birth to two lambs at a time, and not one of them has lost her young.

Tes dents sont comme un troupeau de brebis, Qui remontent de l'abreuvoir; Toutes portent des jumeaux, Aucune d'elles n'est stérile.

7 T he sides of your forehead are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your face-covering.

Ta joue est comme une moitié de grenade, Derrière ton voile...

8 T here are sixty queens, and eighty women kept who act like wives, and there are too many young women to number who have never had a man.

Il y a soixante reines, quatre-vingts concubines, Et des jeunes filles sans nombre.

9 B ut my dove, my perfect one, is special. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the pure child of the one who gave birth to her. The young women saw her and knew she was honored. The queens and the women who act as wives praised her, saying,

Une seule est ma colombe, ma parfaite; Elle est l'unique de sa mère, La préférée de celle qui lui donna le jour. Les jeunes filles la voient, et la disent heureuse; Les reines et les concubines aussi, et elles la louent. -

10 ‘ Who is this that looks out like the first light of day? She is as beautiful as the full moon, as pure as the sun. She is to be feared as an army with flags.’” The Woman

Qui est celle qui apparaît comme l'aurore, Belle comme la lune, pure comme le soleil, Mais terrible comme des troupes sous leurs bannières? -

11 “ I went down to the field of nut trees to see the flowers of the valley, to see if the vines or the pomegranates had flowers.

Je suis descendue au jardin des noyers, Pour voir la verdure de la vallée, Pour voir si la vigne pousse, Si les grenadiers fleurissent.

12 B efore I knew it, I wanted to be over the war-wagons of the princes of my people.” Women of Jerusalem

Je ne sais, mais mon désir m'a rendue semblable Aux chars de mon noble peuple. -

13 “ Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may look upon you!” The Woman “Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance in front of two armies?”

(7: 1) Reviens, reviens, Sulamithe! Reviens, reviens, afin que nous te regardions. -Qu'avez-vous à regarder la Sulamithe Comme une danse de deux choeurs?