Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
Cik skaisti ir tavi soļi kurpēs, tu valdnieka meita. Tavi gurni tā ir salikti kā divas sprādzes, ko gudra meistara roka darījusi.
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Tavs klēpis ir kā apaļš biķeris, kam dzēriena netrūkst; viņš ir kā kviešu kopa, apsprausta ar lilijām.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Tavas krūtis ir kā divas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi.
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Tavs kakls ir kā tornis no ziloņkauliem, tavas acis ir kā tie dīķi Hešbonē pie Batrabim vārtiem, tavs deguns ir kā tornis uz Lībanus, kas pret Damasku skatās.
5 Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Tava galva uz tevis ir kā Karmels, un tavi kuplie galvas mati kā purpurs, ķēniņš ar bizēm saistīts.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
Cik skaista un cik mīlīga tu esi, ak mīlestība ar saviem jaukumiem!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
Šis tavs augums ir līdzīgs palma kokam un tavas krūtis vīna ķekariem.
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
Es sacīšu: es kāpšu uz palma koku, es tveršu viņa zarus, lai tavas krūtis ir kā ķekari pie vīna koka, un tava vaiga smarža kā āboli,
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
Un tava mute kā labs vīns, kas manam draugam viegli ieiet un miegaino lūpas dara runājam.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
Es piederu savam draugam, un sirds viņam nesās uz mani.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Nāc, mans draugs, ejam laukā, mitīsim ciemos.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
Iesim agri uz vīna dārziem, lūkosim, vai vīna koks zied, vai jaunie pumpuri sprāgst, un granātu koki plaukst. Tur es tev rādīšu savu mīlestību.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
Tie dudaīm dod smaržu, un pie mūsu durvīm ir visādi dārgi augļi, jauni un veci; mans draugs, es tos priekš tevis esmu glabājusi.
