Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
Es nāku savā dārzā, mana māsa, mīļā brūte; es plūcu savas mirres un savu balzamu, es ēdu savas šūnas ar savu medu, es dzeru savu vīnu un savu pienu. Ēdiet, mīļie, dzeriet un padzeraties, draugi!
2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
Es guļu, bet mana sirds ir nomodā; tā ir mana drauga balss, kas klaudzina: atdari man, mana māsa, mana draudzene, mans balodis, mana sirds skaidrā; jo mana galva ir rasas pilna, mani mati ar nakts lāsēm.
3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
„Es savus svārkus esmu novilkusi, kā man tos atkal būs apvilkt? Es savas kājas esmu mazgājusi, kā man tās atkal būs darīt netīras?“
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
Mans draugs savu roku stiepa pa logu, un mana sirds par to trīcēja.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
Es pacēlos, savam draugam atdarīt, un no manām rokām pilēja mirres un no maniem pirkstiem tekošas mirres pie durvju atslēgas.
6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Es savam draugam atdarīju, bet mans draugs bija projām, viņš bija aizgājis. Mana dvēsele izgāja pēc viņa vārdiem. Es viņu meklēju, bet es viņu neatradu; es viņu saucu, bet viņš man neatbildēja.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Sargi, kas pilsētā iet apkārt, mani atrada; mani sita un mani ievainoja; tie mūru sargi norāva manu apsegu no manis.
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
Es jums piekodināju, Jeruzālemes meitas, kad jūs manu draugu atrodat, ko jūs viņam sacīsiet? Ka es esmu apsirgusi no mīlestības.
9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
Kāds tad ir tavs draugs pār citiem draugiem, tu visuskaistākā starp sievām? Kāds ir tavs draugs pār citiem draugiem, ka tu mums tā esi piekodinājusi?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
Mans draugs ir balts un sarkans, pārāks pār tūkstošiem.
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Viņa galva ir visušķīstākais zelts, viņa mati ir kupli jo kupli, melni kā krauklis.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Viņa acis ir kā baložu acis pie ūdens strautiem, ar pienu mazgātas, skaistā pilnumā.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Viņa vaigi ir kā balzama dobes, tā kā smaržīgas puķes uz pakalniem. Viņa lūpas ir kā rozes, kur pil tekošas mirres.
14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
Viņa rokas ir kā zelta gredzeni ar turķizu akmeņiem pildīti. Viņa miesa ir kā daiļš ziloņkaulu darbs, ar safīriem pušķots;
15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
Viņa lieli ir kā marmora pīlāri uz visšķīstākā zelta pamatiem. Viņa augums ir kā Lībanus, dižens kā ciedri.
16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Viņa mute ir salda, un visa viņa būšana ļoti mīlīga. Tāds ir mans draugs, un tāds ir mans mīļākais, Jeruzālemes meitas.
