Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
¡Quién me diera que fueses hermano mío, amamantado a los pechos de mi madre! Al encontrarte afuera te besaría, y no me despreciarían.
2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
Yo te llamaría y te introduciría en la casa de mi madre; tú me enseñarías, y yo te daría a beber vino aromático del zumo de granados.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
Su izquierda debajo de mi cabeza, y su derecha me abraza.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Os conjuro, hijas de Jerusalén, que no despertéis ni inquietéis a la amada, hasta que ella quiera.
5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
¿Quién es esta que sube del desierto, apoyada sobre su amado? Yo te suscitaré debajo del manzano, allí donde murió tu madre, donde pereció la que te dio a luz.
6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
¡Ponme cual sello sobre tu corazón, cual marca sobre tu brazo! Porque es fuerte el amor como la muerte, e inflexibles los celos como el infierno. Sus flechas son flechas de fuego, llamas del mismo Yahvé. (Sheol h7585)
7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
No valen muchas aguas para apagar el amor, ni los ríos pueden ahogarlo. Si un hombre diera todos los bienes de su casa por el amor, sería sin embargo sumamente despreciado.
8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
Tenemos una hermana pequeña; no tiene pechos todavía. ¿Qué haremos con nuestra hermana en el día en que se trate de su boda?
9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
Si es muro, levantaremos sobre ella almenas de plata; si es puerta, le formaremos un tablado de cedro.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
Muro soy, y mis pechos son como torres. Así he venido a ser a los ojos de él como quien ha hallado la paz.
11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
Una viña tenía Salomón en Baal-Hamón, entregó la viña a los guardas; cada uno había de darle por sus frutos mil monedas de plata.
12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
Tengo delante mi viña, la mía. Para ti los mil (siclos), oh Salomón, y doscientos para los guardas de su fruto.
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
Oh tú que habitas en los jardines, los amigos desean oír tu voz. ¡Házmela oír!
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Corre, amado mío, y sé como la gacela y el cervatillo sobre los montes de los bálsamos.
