1 ¿ A dónde se ha ido tu amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿A dónde se apartó tu amado, Y lo buscaremos contigo?

Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you? The Shulamite

2 M i amado descendió a su huerto, a las eras de las especias, Para apacentar en los huertos, y para recoger los lirios.

My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

3 Y o soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío; El apacienta entre los lirios.

I am my beloved’s, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies. Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty The Beloved

4 H ermosa eres tú, oh amiga mía, como Tirsa; De desear, como Jerusalén; Imponente como ejércitos en orden.

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!

5 A parta tus ojos de delante de mí, Porque ellos me vencieron. Tu cabello es como manada de cabras Que se recuestan en las laderas de Galaad.

Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.

6 T us dientes, como manadas de ovejas que suben del lavadero, Todas con crías gemelas, Y estéril no hay entre ellas.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.

7 C omo cachos de granada son tus mejillas Detrás de tu velo.

Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

8 S esenta son las reinas, y ochenta las concubinas, Y las doncellas sin número;

There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

9 M as una es la paloma mía, la perfecta mía; Es la única de su madre, La escogida de la que la dio a luz. La vieron las doncellas, y la llamaron bienaventurada; Las reinas y las concubinas, y la alabaron.

My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised her.

10 ¿ Quién es ésta que se muestra como el alba, Hermosa como la luna, Esclarecida como el sol, Imponente como ejércitos en orden?

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? The Shulamite

11 A l huerto de los nogales descendí A ver los frutos del valle, Y para ver si brotaban las vides, Si florecían los granados.

I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 A ntes que lo supiera, mi alma me puso Entre los carros de Aminadab.

Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. The Beloved and His Friends

13 V uélvete, vuélvete, oh sulamita; Vuélvete, vuélvete, y te miraremos. ¿Qué veréis en la sulamita? Algo como la reunión de dos campamentos.

Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! The Shulamite What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, the dance of the two camps?