Cantique 6.12
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Les filles de Jérusalem

¹ Others
Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?

La jeune femme

² She
My beloved has gone down to his garden
to the beds of spices,
to graze in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
³ I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
he grazes among the lilies.

Le jeune homme

⁴ He
You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
⁵ Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me&emdash;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
not one among them has lost its young.
⁷ Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
⁸ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and virgins without number.
⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
the only one of her mother,
pure to her who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

Les filles de Jérusalem

¹⁰ Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
awesome as an army with banners?

Le jeune homme

¹¹ She
I went down to the nut orchard
to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
¹² Before I was aware, my desire set me
among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.
¹³ Others
Return, return, O Shulammite,
return, return, that we may look upon you.
He
Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
as upon a dance before two armies?