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, O 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, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
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 coat; 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 in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Mi amado introdujo la mano por el cerrojo, y mis entrañas todas se conmovieron.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
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6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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 watchmen that went about the city found me, they stroke me, they 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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if all of you find my beloved, that all of you tell him, that I am sick of love.
Os conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusalén, si halláis a mi amado, decidle que yo desfallezco de amor.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge 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 rosy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Mi amado es blanco y rubio, se distingue entre millares.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Su cabeza es oro puro; sus rizos, racimos de palma, negros como el cuervo.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Sus ojos, palomas junto a los arroyos de agua, bañadas en leche, en pleno reposo.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Sus mejillas son eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumadas flores; sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra purísima.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid 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 are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, 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 mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O 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.
