Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes [look forth] from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil'ad.
Redzi, tu esi skaista, mana draudzene, redzi, tu esi skaista; tavas acis ir kā baložu acis aiz tava galvas apsega. Tavi mati ir kā kazu pulks, kas guļ uz Gileād kalna.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
Tavi zobi ir kā avju pulks, kas cirptas un iznāk no peldēšanas, kas visas dvīņus vedās, un neviena starp viņām nav neauglīga.
3 Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
Tavas lūpas ir kā purpura aukla, un tava mute ir mīlīga. Tavi vaigi ir kā granātābola puses aiz tava galvas apsega.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
Tavs kakls ir kā Dāvida tornis, kas taisīts, lai tur ieročus uzkar, kur tūkstošas priekšturamās bruņas uzkārtas, visādas stipru vīru bruņas.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
Tavas krūtis ir kā divas jaunas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi, kas liliju starpā ganās.
6 Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Kad diena metās dzestra, un ēnas bēg, tad iešu pie mirru kalna un pie vīraka pakalna.
7 Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—
Tu esi visai skaista, mana draudzene, un pie tevis nav vainas.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.
Nāc man līdz no Lībanus, mana brūte, nāc man līdz no Lībanus. Skaties no Amana kalna gala, no Senira un Hermona gala, no lauvu alām, no leopardu kalniem.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Tu man sirdi esi paņēmusi, mana māsa, mīļā brūte; tu man sirdi esi paņēmusi ar vienu actiņu, ar vienu kakla ķēdīti.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, [my] bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.
Cik skaista ir tava mīlestība, mana māsa, mīļā brūte! Cik labāka ir tava mīlestība pār vīnu, un tavas eļļas smarža pār visām kvēpināmām zālēm.
11 Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Tavas lūpas, ak brūte! Pil no kausētā medus; medus un piens ir apakš tavas mēles, un tava drēbju smarža ir kā Lībanus smarža.
12 A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
Tu esi aizslēgts dārzs, mana māsa, mīļā brūte, aizslēgts avots, aizslēgta aka.
13 Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
Tavi zari ir kā jauks dārzs, kur granātu ābeles ar dārgiem augļiem, kovera puķes ar nardēm,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
Narde un safrans, kalmes un kanēlis, ar visādiem vīraka kokiem, mirres un alvejas, līdz ar vislabākām smaržīgām zālēm.
15 A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—
Tā kā dārzu aka (tu esi), kā aka ar dzīvu ūdeni, un kā strauti no Lībanus.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.—
Celies, ziemeli, un nāc, dienvidu vējš, pūt pa manu dārzu, ka viņa zāles pil (smaržas no dārza augiem). Mans draugs lai nāk savā dārzā, un lai ēd savus skaistos augļus.
