Song of Solomon 5
1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
Vine a mi jardín, hermana mía, esposa; tomé de mi mirra y de mi bálsamo; comí mi panal con mi miel; bebí mi vino y mi leche. ¡Comed, amigos; bebed y embriagaos, mis bien amados!
2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
Yo dormía, pero mi corazón estaba despierto. ¡Una voz! Es mi amado que golpea. Ábreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía, pues mi cabeza está llena de rocío, y mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Ya me he quitado la túnica; ¿cómo ponérmela de nuevo? Ya me he lavado los pies; ¿cómo ensuciarlos?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
Mi amado introdujo la mano por el cerrojo, y mis entrañas todas se conmovieron.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
Me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra; de mirra exquisita se impregnaron mis dedos en la manecilla de la cerradura.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
Abrí a mi amado, pero mi amado, volviéndose, había desaparecido. Mi alma desfalleció al oír su voz. Lo busqué y no lo hallé; lo llamé, mas no me respondió.
7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Me encontraron los guardias que hacen la ronda en la ciudad; me golpearon, me hirieron; y los que custodian las murallas me quitaron el manto.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
Os conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusalén, si halláis a mi amado, decidle que yo desfallezco de amor.
9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, oh hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que los demás amados, para que así nos conjures?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
Mi amado es blanco y rubio, se distingue entre millares.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
Su cabeza es oro puro; sus rizos, racimos de palma, negros como el cuervo.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
Sus ojos, palomas junto a los arroyos de agua, bañadas en leche, en pleno reposo.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
Sus mejillas son eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumadas flores; sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra purísima.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
Sus manos son barras de oro esmaltadas con piedras de Tarsis; su pecho, una obra de marfil cuajada de zafiros.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
Sus piernas son columnas de mármol, asentadas en basas de oro puro; su aspecto es como el del Líbano, esbelto como los cedros.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Su voz es la dulzura misma, y todo él es amable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, oh hijas de Jerusalén.
