Song of Solomon 2
1 Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
Es esmu roze Šaronā un lilija ielejā.
2 Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
Tā kā lilija starp ērkšķiem, tāda ir mana draudzene starp tām meitām.
3 Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Tā kā ābele starp meža kokiem, tāds ir mans draugs starp tiem dēliem. Es ilgojos sēdēt viņa pavēnī, un viņa auglis manai mutei salds.
4 He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
Viņš mani ved vīna namā, un mīlestība ir viņa karogs pār mani.
5 Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
Atspirdzinājiet mani ar vīna ogām un spēcinājiet mani ar āboliem; jo es nīkstu no mīlestības.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Viņa kreisā roka ir apakš manas galvas, un viņa labā roka mani apkampj.
7 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, jūs Jeruzālemes meitas, pie tām stirnām un kalnu kazām laukā, neuztraucat un nemodinājat mīlestību, kamēr tai pašai patīk.
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
Šī ir mana drauga balss; redzi, viņš nāk un lēkā pa tiem kalniem un deij pa tiem pakalniem.
9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
Mans draugs ir līdzīgs stirnai vai jaunam briedim. Redzi, viņš stāv aiz sienas, skatās caur logiem un raugās caur skadriņiem.
10 Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
Mans draugs atbild un saka uz mani: celies, mana draudzene, mana skaistā, un nāc!
11 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
Jo redzi, ziema ir pagājusi, stiprais lietus jau ir pārgājis un nost.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
Puķes rādās laukā, dziesmu laiks atnācis, un ūbeles balss dzirdama mūsu zemē.
13 The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
Vīģes koks dabūjis pumpurus, un vīna koki plaukst un dod smaržu; celies, nāc, mana draudzene, mana skaistā, nāc šurp!
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
Mans balodis akmeņu kalnos, apslēptos plaisumos, parādi man savu vaigu, dod man savu balsi dzirdēt; jo tava balss ir salda, un tavs vaigs ir mīlīgs.
15 Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
Gūstat mums lapsas, tās mazās lapsas, kas vīna dārzus maitā, jo mūsu vīna dārzi stāv ziedos.
16 Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
Mans draugs ir mans, es esmu viņa, kas pa tām lilijām gana.
17 until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
Kamēr diena metās dzestra un ēnas bēg, atgriezies, mans draugs, kā stirna, vai kā jauns briedis pa kalnu plaisumiem.
