Song of Solomon 6
1 Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
Kurp tavs draugs ir nogājis, tu visu skaistākā starp sievām? Uz kuru pusi tavs draugs ir griezies, ka mēs līdz ar tevi viņu meklējam.
2 Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
Mans draugs ir nogājis savā dārzā, pie tām smaržīgām dobēm, pa dārzu pastaigāties un lilijas lasīt.
3 I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
Mans draugs ir mans un es esmu viņa, kas starp lilijām gana.
4 Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
Tu esi skaista, mana draudzene, tā kā Tirca, mīlīga kā Jeruzāleme, briesmīga kā kara spēki ar karogiem.
5 Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
Nogriez savas acis no manis, jo tās mani pārvarējušas. Tavi mati ir kā kazu pulks, kas guļ uz Gileād kalna.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Tavi zobi ir kā avju pulks, kas nāk no peldēšanas, kas visas dvīņus vedās, un neviena starp viņām nav neauglīga.
7 Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
Tavi vaigi ir kā granātābola puses aiz tava galvas apsega.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Sešdesmit ir ķēniņienes un astoņdesmit liekas sievas un tas jaunavu pulks nav izskaitāms.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Bet viena vienīga ir mans balodis, mana sirds skaidrā, tā vienīgā savai mātei, tā mīļākā savai dzemdētājai. Kad tās meitas viņu redz, tad tās viņu teic, ķēniņienes un liekās sievas viņu slavē.
10 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
Kas tā tāda, kas spīd kā auseklis, skaista kā mēnesis, skaidra kā saule, briesmīga kā karaspēki ar karogiem?
11 Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
Es nogāju riekstu dārzā, redzēt zaļos augļus pie upes, un lūkot, vai vīna koks zied un granātu koki plaukst.
12 I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
Es nesajutu, ka mana dvēsele mani bija pacēlusi uz manas slavētās tautas goda ratiem.
13 Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
Atgriezies, atgriezies, ak Sulamite! Atgriezies, atgriezies, ka mēs tevi varam skatīt. Ko jūs redzat pie Sulamites? Kā diešanu pie Mahānaīma.
