Song of Solomon 7
1 Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
Los contornos de tus muslos son como joyas, Obra de manos de un hábil orfebre.
2 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
Tu ombligo es como un ánfora, Donde no falta ningún vino generoso. Tu vientre, una gavilla de trigo cercada de lirios.
3 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
Tus dos pechos, como crías mellizas de gacela.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
Tu cuello, una torre de marfil, Tus ojos, claros como los estanques de Hesbón, Junto al portal de Bat-rabim. Tu perfil es como la torre del Líbano, Que mira hacia Damasco.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
Tu cabeza se yergue como la montaña Carmelo, Y tu cabellera es como la púrpura. ¡El rey está cautivo en tus trenzas!
6 Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
¡Cuán hermosa y dulce eres, oh amor deleitoso!
7 Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Tu talle se asemeja a la palmera, Y tus pechos, a sus racimos.
8 Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
Dije: Subiré a la palmera. Tomaré sus frutos. Sean tus pechos como racimos de la vid, Y la fragancia de tu aliento como de manzanas,
9 Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
Y el cielo de tu boca como el vino generoso. Que de mi amado fluye suavemente, Y hace mover apaciblemente los labios de los que duermen.
10 I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
Yo soy de mi amado, Y su deseo es para mí.
11 Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
Ven, amado mío, Salgamos al campo, Pernoctemos en las aldeas.
12 Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
Madruguemos y vayamos a las viñas, Veamos si brotó la vid, Si ya se abrieron sus flores, Si florecen los granados. Allí te daré mis caricias.
13 The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
Las mandrágoras exhalan su fragancia, Y a nuestra puerta hay toda clase de frutos deliciosos, Nuevos y añejos, que guardé para ti, oh amado mío.
