¹

ΠΟΥ ἀπῆλθεν ὁ ἀδελφιδός σου, ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξί; ποῦ ἀπέβλεψεν ὁ ἀδελφιδός σου; καὶ ζητήσομεν αὐτὸν μετὰ σοῦ.

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.

²

᾿Αδελφιδός μου κατέβη εἰς κῆπον αὐτοῦ εἰς φιάλας τοῦ ἀρώματος ποιμαίνειν ἐν κήποις καὶ συλλέγειν κρίνα.

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.

³

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

³

I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.

⁴

Καλὴ εἶ, ἡ πλησίον μου, ὡς εὐδοκία, ὡραία ὡς ῾Ιερουσαλήμ, θάμβος ὡς τεταγμέναι.

⁴

Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁵

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

⁵

Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁶

ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμένων, αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ, αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι, καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς.

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.

⁷

ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία, ὡς λέπυρον τῆς ροᾶς μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου.

⁷

Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.

⁸

ἑξήκοντά εἰσι βασίλισσαι, καὶ ὀγδοήκοντα παλλακαί, καὶ νεάνιδες ὧν οὐκ ἔστιν ἀριθμός.

⁸

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

⁹

μία ἐστὶ περιστερά μου, τελεία μου, μία ἐστὶ τῇ μητρὶ αὐτῆς, ἐκλεκτή ἐστι τῇ τεκούσῃ αὐτήν. εἴδοσαν αὐτὴν θυγατέρες καὶ μακαριοῦσιν αὐτήν, βασίλισσαι καί γε παλλακαὶ καὶ αἰνέσουσιν αὐτήν.

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.

¹⁰

τίς αὕτη ἡ ἐκκύπτουσα ὡσεὶ ὄρθρος, καλὴ ὡς σελήνη, ἐκλεκτὴ ὡς ὁ ἥλιος, θάμβος ὡς τεταγμέναι;

¹⁰

Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹¹

Εἰς κῆπον καρύας κατέβην ἰδεῖν ἐν γεννήμασι τοῦ χειμάρρου, ἰδεῖν εἰ ἤνθισεν ἡ ἄμπελος, ἐξήνθησαν αἱ ροαί· ἐκεῖ δώσω τοὺς μαστούς μου σοί.

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.

¹²

οὐκ ἔγνω ἡ ψυχή μου· ἔθετό με ἅρματα ᾿Αμιναδάβ.

¹²

There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.