Cantique 6
Louis Segond 1910Translation
Louis Segond 1910
Berean Standard Bible
1Où est allé ton bien-aimé, O la plus belle des femmes? De quel côté ton bien-aimé s’est-il dirigé? Nous le chercherons avec toi.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2Mon bien-aimé est descendu à son jardin, Au parterre d’aromates, Pour faire paître son troupeau dans les jardins, Et pour cueillir des lis.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3Je suis à mon bien-aimé, et mon bien-aimé est à moi; Il fait paître son troupeau parmi les lis.
3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4Tu es belle, mon amie, comme Thirtsa, Agréable comme Jérusalem, Mais terrible comme des troupes sous leurs bannières.
4You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5Détourne de moi tes yeux, car ils me troublent. Tes cheveux sont comme un troupeau de chèvres, Suspendues aux flancs de Galaad.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6Tes dents sont comme un troupeau de brebis, Qui remontent de l’abreuvoir; Toutes portent des jumeaux, Aucune d’elles n’est stérile.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7Ta joue est comme une moitié de grenade, Derrière ton voile…
7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8Il y a soixante reines, quatre-vingts concubines, Et des jeunes filles sans nombre.
8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9Une seule est ma colombe, ma parfaite; Elle est l’unique de sa mère, La préférée de celle qui lui donna le jour. Les jeunes filles la voient, et la disent heureuse; Les reines et les concubines aussi, et elles la louent.
9but 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.
10Qui est celle qui apparaît comme l’aurore, Belle comme la lune, pure comme le soleil, Mais terrible comme des troupes sous leurs bannières?
10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
11Je suis descendue au jardin des noyers, Pour voir la verdure de la vallée, Pour voir si la vigne pousse, Si les grenadiers fleurissent.
11I 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.
12Je ne sais, mais mon désir m’a rendue semblable Aux chars de mon noble peuple.
12Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
no verse 13 in this text
13Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim ?
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