Cantique 6
Louis Segond 1910Translation
Louis Segond 1910
World English 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, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may 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 am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4Tu es belle, mon amie, comme Thirtsa, Agréable comme Jérusalem, Mais terrible comme des troupes sous leurs bannières.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army 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 away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of 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 ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
7Ta joue est comme une moitié de grenade, Derrière ton voile…
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8Il y a soixante reines, quatre-vingts concubines, Et des jeunes filles sans nombre.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins 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.
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
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 she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
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 into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12Je ne sais, mais mon désir m’a rendue semblable Aux chars de mon noble peuple.
12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
no verse 13 in this text
13Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
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