Song of Solomon 5
1 I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!
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 Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
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 replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”
„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 love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.
Mans draugs savu roku stiepa pa logu, un mana sirds par to trīcēja.
5 I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.
Es pacēlos, savam draugam atdarīt, un no manām rokām pilēja mirres un no maniem pirkstiem tekošas mirres pie durvju atslēgas.
6 I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't 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 found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.
Sargi, kas pilsētā iet apkārt, mani atrada; mani sita un mani ievainoja; tie mūru sargi norāva manu apsegu no manis.
8 Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.
Es jums piekodināju, Jeruzālemes meitas, kad jūs manu draugu atrodat, ko jūs viņam sacīsiet? Ka es esmu apsirgusi no mīlestības.
9 Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?
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 love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!
Mans draugs ir balts un sarkans, pārāks pār tūkstošiem.
11 His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.
Viņa galva ir visušķīstākais zelts, viņa mati ir kupli jo kupli, melni kā krauklis.
12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.
Viņa acis ir kā baložu acis pie ūdens strautiem, ar pienu mazgātas, skaistā pilnumā.
13 His cheeks are like a flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with 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 arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.
Viņa rokas ir kā zelta gredzeni ar turķizu akmeņiem pildīti. Viņa miesa ir kā daiļš ziloņkaulu darbs, ar safīriem pušķots;
15 His legs are columns of alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.
Viņa lieli ir kā marmora pīlāri uz visšķīstākā zelta pamatiem. Viņa augums ir kā Lībanus, dižens kā ciedri.
16 His mouth is the sweetest ever; he is totally desirable! This is my love, my friend, women of Jerusalem.
Viņa mute ir salda, un visa viņa būšana ļoti mīlīga. Tāds ir mans draugs, un tāds ir mans mīļākais, Jeruzālemes meitas.
