Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
YO vine á mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa [mía]: cogido he mi mirra y mis aromas; he comido mi panal y mi miel, mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; bebed, amados, y embriagaos.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: la voz de mi amado que llamaba: Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que corría sobre las aldabas del candado.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Abrí yo á mi amado; mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado: y tras su hablar salió mi alma: busquélo, y no lo hallé; llamélo, y no me respondió.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, que le hagáis saber como de amor estoy enferma.
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
¿Qué es tu amado más que [otro] amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿qué es tu amado más que [otro] amado, que así nos conjuras?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Mi amado es blanco y rubio, señalado entre diez mil.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Su cabeza, [como] oro finísimo; sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche, [y] á la perfección colocados.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, [como] fragantes flores: sus labios, [como] lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
Sus manos, [como] anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, [como] claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
Sus piernas, [como] columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, oh doncellas de Jerusalem.
