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.
¡Oh quién te me diese, como hermano, que mamaste los pechos de mi madre! ¡Qué te hallase yo fuera, y te besase, y que no te menospreciasen!
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.
¡Qué yo te llevase, que yo te metiese en casa de mi madre: que me enseñases, que te hiciese beber vino adobado, del mosto de mis granadas!
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
Su izquierda esté debajo de mi cabeza, y su derecha me abrace.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Yo os conjuro, o! hijas de Jerusalem, ¿por qué despertaréis, y por qué haréis velar al amor, hasta que él 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 recostada sobre su amado? Debajo de un manzano te desperté: allí tuvo dolores de ti tu madre; allí tuvo dolores la que te parió.
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)
Pónme, como un sello, sobre tu corazón, como un signo sobre tu brazo; porque fuerte es como la muerte el amor: duro como el sepulcro el celo: sus brasas, brasas de fuego, llama fuerte. (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.
Las muchas aguas no podrán apagar al amor: ni los ríos le cubrirán. Si diese hombre toda la hacienda de su casa por este amor, menospreciando la menospreciarán.
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 pequeña hermana, que no tiene aun pechos: ¿qué haremos a nuestra hermana, cuando de ella se hablare?
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 ella es muro, edificaremos sobre él un palacio de plata. Y si fuere puerta, guarnecerla hemos con tablas 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.
Yo soy muro, y mis pechos son como torres desde que yo fui en sus ojos como la que halla 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.
Salomón tuvo una viña en Baal-hamón, la cual entregó a guardas: cada uno de los cuales traerá mil piezas de plata por su fruto.
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.
Mi viña, que es mía delante de mí: las mil piezas serán tuyas, o! Salomón; y doscientas, de los que guardan 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.
¡Ah la que estás en los huertos! los compañeros escuchan tu voz: házme oír.
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Huye, o! amado mío, y sé semejante al gamo, o al cervatillo de los ciervos, a las montañas de las especias.
