ἀπῆλθεν ὁ ἀδελφιδός σου ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξίν ποῦ ἀπέβλεψεν ὁ ἀδελφιδός σου καὶ ζητήσομεν αὐτὸν μετὰ σοῦ
Where has your beloved gone, you beautiful one among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with you?
The Koine Bible
The Scriptures in Greek with direct English translation.
Rahlfs Septuagint
Song of Solomon 6
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My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to pasture in the gardens and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine, he who feeds among the lilies
You are beautiful, my neighbor, as favor, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as set in order
ὀφθαλμούς σου ἀπεναντίον μου ὅτι αὐτοὶ ἀνεπτέρωσάν με τρίχωμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν αἳ ἀνεφάνησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλααδ
Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have lifted me up. Your hair is like flocks of goats that appeared from Gilead.
σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμένων αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς
Your teeth are like flocks of ewes that have come up from the bath, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them
σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία ὡς λέπυρον τῆς ῥόας μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου
Like a scarlet cord are your lips, and your speech is beautiful; like a slice of pomegranate is your cheek, apart from your silence
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
ἐστὶν περιστερά μου τελεία μου μία ἐστὶν τῇ μητρὶ αὐτῆς ἐκλεκτή ἐστιν τῇ τεκούσῃ αὐτῆς εἴδοσαν αὐτὴν θυγατέρες καὶ μακαριοῦσιν αὐτήν βασίλισσαι καὶ παλλακαὶ καὶ αἰνέσουσιν αὐτήν
One is my dove, my perfect one; one is to her mother, chosen is she to her who bore her. Daughters saw her and will call her blessed, queens and concubines, and they will praise her.
Who is this that looks forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, awe-inspiring as the ordered ones?
κῆπον καρύας κατέβην ἰδεῖν ἐν γενήμασιν τοῦ χειμάρρου ἰδεῖν εἰ ἤνθησεν ἡ ἄμπελος ἐξήνθησαν αἱ ῥόαι ἐκεῖ δώσω τοὺς μαστούς μου σοί
Into a walnut garden I went down to see among the produce of the torrent, to see whether the vine had flowered, whether the pomegranates had blossomed; there I will give my breasts to you.
My soul did not know; it set me among the chariots of Aminadab.