1 Para onde foi o teu amado,
ó mais formosa entre as mulheres?
Que rumo tomou o teu amado?
E o buscaremos contigo.
2 O meu amado desceu ao seu jardim,
aos canteiros de bálsamo,
para pastorear nos jardins
e para colher os lírios.
3 Eu sou do meu amado, e o meu amado é meu;
ele pastoreia entre os lírios.
4 Formosa és, querida minha, como Tirza,
aprazível como Jerusalém,
formidável como um exército com bandeiras.
5 Desvia de mim os olhos,
porque eles me perturbam.
Os teus cabelos descem ondeantes
como o rebanho das cabras de Gileade.
6 São os teus dentes como o rebanho de ovelhas
que sobem do lavadouro,
e das quais todas produzem gêmeos,
e nenhuma delas há sem crias.
7 As tuas faces, como romã partida,
brilham através do véu.
8 Sessenta são as rainhas, oitenta, as concubinas,
e as virgens, sem número.
9 Mas uma só é a minha pomba, a minha imaculada,
de sua mãe, a única,
a predileta daquela que a deu à luz;
viram-na as donzelas e lhe chamaram ditosa;
viram-na as rainhas e as concubinas e a louvaram.
10 Quem é esta que aparece como a alva do dia,
formosa como a lua, pura como o sol,
formidável como um exército com bandeiras?
11 Desci ao jardim das nogueiras,
para mirar os renovos do vale,
para ver se brotavam as vides,
se floresciam as romeiras.
12 Não sei como,
imaginei-me no carro do meu nobre povo!
13 Volta, volta, ó sulamita,
volta, volta, para que nós te contemplemos.
Por que quereis contemplar a sulamita
na dança de Maanaim?
1 Whither is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women?
Whither hath thy beloved turned him,
That we may seek him with thee?
2 My beloved is gone down to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;
He feedeth his flock among the lilies,
4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which are come up from the washing;
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Terrible as an army with banners?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts,
To see the green plants of the valley,
To see whether the vine budded,
And the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me
Among the chariots of my princely people.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
Why will ye look upon the Shulammite,
As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
7 Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
10 Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
11 I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people. [^1]
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim? [^2]