Song of Solomon 6

6:1

Ἀδελφός μου κατέβη εἰς κῆπον αὐτοῦ εἰς φιάλας τοῦ ἀρῶματος, ποιμαίνειν ἐν κήποις καὶ συλλέγειν κρίνα.

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

6:2

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

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

6:3

Καλὴ εἶ πλησίον μου, ὡς εὐδοκία, ὡραία ὡς Ἰερουσαλὴμ, θάμβος ὡς τεταγμέναι.

I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

6:4

ἀπόστρεψον ὀφθαλμούς σου ἀπεναντίον μου, ὅτι αὐτοὶ ἀνεπτέραοσαν με. τρίχωμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν αἳ ἀνεφάνησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαὰδ,

You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

6:5

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 ὡραία.

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

6:6

ὡς λέπυρον ῥόας μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεως σου.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

6:7

ἐξήκοντά εἰσιν βασίύισσαι, καὶ ὀγδοήκοντα παλλακαί, καὶ νεάνιδες ὧν οὐκ ἔστιν ἀριθμός·

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

6:8

μία ἐστὶν περιστερά μου, τελεία μου, μία ἐστὶν τῇ μητρὶ αὐτῆς, ἐκλεκτή ἐστιν τῇ τεκούσῃ αὐτῆς. εἴδοσαν αὐτὴν θυγατέρες καὶ ναεαοωῦσιν αὐτήν, βασίλισσαι καί γε παλλακαί, καὶ αἰνέσουσιν αὐτήν.

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

6:9

Τίς αὕτη ἡ ἐκκύπτουσα ὡσεὶ ὄρθρος. καλὴ ὡς σελήνη, ἐκλεκτὴ ὡς ὁ ἥλιος, θάμβος ὡς τεταγμέναις

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

6:10

Εἰς κῆπον καρύας κατέβην ἰδεῖν ἐν γενήμασιν τοῦ χειμάρρου, ἰδεῖν εἰ ἤνθησεν ἡ ἄμπελος, ἐξήνθησαν αἱ ῥόαι· ἐκεῖ δώσω τοὺς μαστούς μου σοί.

Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

6:11

οὐκ ἔγνω ἡ ψυχή μου· ἔθετό με ἄρματα Ἀμειναδάβ.

I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

6:12

Ἐπίστρεφε, ἐπίστρεφε, ἡ Σουμανεῖτις·

Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots .