Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?
Kurp tavs draugs ir nogājis, tu visu skaistākā starp sievām? Uz kuru pusi tavs draugs ir griezies, ka mēs līdz ar tevi viņu meklējam.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mans draugs ir nogājis savā dārzā, pie tām smaržīgām dobēm, pa dārzu pastaigāties un lilijas lasīt.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
Mans draugs ir mans un es esmu viņa, kas starp lilijām gana.
4 Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.
Tu esi skaista, mana draudzene, tā kā Tirca, mīlīga kā Jeruzāleme, briesmīga kā kara spēki ar karogiem.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.
Nogriez savas acis no manis, jo tās mani pārvarējušas. Tavi mati ir kā kazu pulks, kas guļ uz Gileād kalna.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.
Tavi zobi ir kā avju pulks, kas nāk no peldēšanas, kas visas dvīņus vedās, un neviena starp viņām nav neauglīga.
7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
Tavi vaigi ir kā granātābola puses aiz tava galvas apsega.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Sešdesmit ir ķēniņienes un astoņdesmit liekas sievas un tas jaunavu pulks nav izskaitāms.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Bet viena vienīga ir mans balodis, mana sirds skaidrā, tā vienīgā savai mātei, tā mīļākā savai dzemdētājai. Kad tās meitas viņu redz, tad tās viņu teic, ķēniņienes un liekās sievas viņu slavē.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?
Kas tā tāda, kas spīd kā auseklis, skaista kā mēnesis, skaidra kā saule, briesmīga kā karaspēki ar karogiem?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Es nogāju riekstu dārzā, redzēt zaļos augļus pie upes, un lūkot, vai vīna koks zied un granātu koki plaukst.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.
Es nesajutu, ka mana dvēsele mani bija pacēlusi uz manas slavētās tautas goda ratiem.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?
Atgriezies, atgriezies, ak Sulamite! Atgriezies, atgriezies, ka mēs tevi varam skatīt. Ko jūs redzat pie Sulamites? Kā diešanu pie Mahānaīma.
