Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. 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, friends. Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
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 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."
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 have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
„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 beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Mans draugs savu roku stiepa pa logu, un mana sirds par to trīcēja.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Es pacēlos, savam draugam atdarīt, un no manām rokām pilēja mirres un no maniem pirkstiem tekošas mirres pie durvju atslēgas.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not 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 who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Sargi, kas pilsētā iet apkārt, mani atrada; mani sita un mani ievainoja; tie mūru sargi norāva manu apsegu no manis.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
Es jums piekodināju, Jeruzālemes meitas, kad jūs manu draugu atrodat, ko jūs viņam sacīsiet? Ka es esmu apsirgusi no mīlestības.
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
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 beloved is radiant and tan. The best among ten thousand.
Mans draugs ir balts un sarkans, pārāks pār tūkstošiem.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Viņa galva ir visušķīstākais zelts, viņa mati ir kupli jo kupli, melni kā krauklis.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Viņa acis ir kā baložu acis pie ūdens strautiem, ar pienu mazgātas, skaistā pilnumā.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping 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 hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Viņa rokas ir kā zelta gredzeni ar turķizu akmeņiem pildīti. Viņa miesa ir kā daiļš ziloņkaulu darbs, ar safīriem pušķots;
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Viņa lieli ir kā marmora pīlāri uz visšķīstākā zelta pamatiem. Viņa augums ir kā Lībanus, dižens kā ciedri.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Viņa mute ir salda, un visa viņa būšana ļoti mīlīga. Tāds ir mans draugs, un tāds ir mans mīļākais, Jeruzālemes meitas.
