Song of Songs 7
1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [thy] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Cik skaisti ir tavi soļi kurpēs, tu valdnieka meita. Tavi gurni tā ir salikti kā divas sprādzes, ko gudra meistara roka darījusi.
2 Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Tavs klēpis ir kā apaļš biķeris, kam dzēriena netrūkst; viņš ir kā kviešu kopa, apsprausta ar lilijām.
3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Tavas krūtis ir kā divas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi.
4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
Tavs kakls ir kā tornis no ziloņkauliem, tavas acis ir kā tie dīķi Hešbonē pie Batrabim vārtiem, tavs deguns ir kā tornis uz Lībanus, kas pret Damasku skatās.
5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Tava galva uz tevis ir kā Karmels, un tavi kuplie galvas mati kā purpurs, ķēniņš ar bizēm saistīts.
6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, [my] love!
Cik skaista un cik mīlīga tu esi, ak mīlestība ar saviem jaukumiem!
7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster.
Šis tavs augums ir līdzīgs palma kokam un tavas krūtis vīna ķekariem.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples;
Es sacīšu: es kāpšu uz palma koku, es tveršu viņa zarus, lai tavas krūtis ir kā ķekari pie vīna koka, un tava vaiga smarža kā āboli,
9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
Un tava mute kā labs vīns, kas manam draugam viegli ieiet un miegaino lūpas dara runājam.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
Es piederu savam draugam, un sirds viņam nesās uz mani.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Nāc, mans draugs, ejam laukā, mitīsim ciemos.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.
Iesim agri uz vīna dārziem, lūkosim, vai vīna koks zied, vai jaunie pumpuri sprāgst, un granātu koki plaukst. Tur es tev rādīšu savu mīlestību.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for thee.
Tie dudaīm dod smaržu, un pie mūsu durvīm ir visādi dārgi augļi, jauni un veci; mans draugs, es tos priekš tevis esmu glabājusi.
