Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
¡Cuán hermosos son tus pies en los calzados, o! hija del príncipe! Los cercos de tus muslos son como ajorcas, obra de mano de excelente maestro.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Tu ombligo, como una taza redonda, que no le falta bebida. Tu vientre, montón de trigo cercado de lirios.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Tus dos pechos, como dos cabritos mellizos de gama.
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.
Tu cuello, como torre de marfil: tus ojos como las pesqueras de Jesebón junto a la puerta de Bat-rabem: tu nariz, como la torre del Líbano, que mira hacia Damasco.
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Tu cabeza encima de ti, como la grana; y el cabello de tu cabeza, como la púrpura del rey ligada en los corredores.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
¡Qué hermosa eres, y cuán suave, o! amor deleitoso!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Tu estatura es semejante a la palma; y tus pechos, a los racimos.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
Yo dije: Yo subiré a la palma, asiré sus ramos; y tus pechos serán ahora como racimos de vid; y el olor de tus narices, como de manzanas.
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
Y tu paladar como el buen vino, que se entra a mi amado suavemente, y hace hablar los labios de los viejos.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.
Yo soy de mi amado, y conmigo es su deseo.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Ven, o! amado mío, salgamos al campo, moremos en las aldeas.
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 you my breasts.
Levantémosnos de mañana a las viñas: veamos si brotan las vides, si se abre el cierne, si han florecido los granados: allí te daré mis amores.
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 you.
Las mandrágoras han dado olor; y en nuestras puertas hay todas dulzuras, nuevas, y viejas. Amado mío, yo las he guardado para ti.
