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.
Yo vine a mi huerto, o! hermana, esposa mía; yo cogí mi mirra, y mis especias. Yo comí mi panal, y mi miel: yo bebí mi vino, y mi leche. Coméd amigos, bebéd amados, y embriagáos.
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."
Yo duermo, y mi corazón vela. La voz de mi amado, que toca a la puerta, diciendo: Ábreme, hermana mía, amor mío, paloma mía, mi sin mancilla, porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis guedejas de las gotas de la noche.
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
He desnudado mi ropa, ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies, ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero de la puerta, y mis entrañas rugieron dentro de mí.
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.
Yo me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que pasaba sobre las aldabas del candado.
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.
Yo abrí a mi amado: mas mi amado era ya ido, ya había pasado; y mi alma salió tras su hablar, le busqué, y no le hallé: le llamé, y no me respondió.
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.
Halláronme las guardas, que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima, las guardas de los muros.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
Yo os conjuro, o! hijas de Jerusalem, que si hallareis a mi amado, que le hagáis saber, que de amor estoy enferma.
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?
¿Qué es tu amado más que los otros amados, o! la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿qué es tu amado más que los otros amados, que así nos has conjurado?
10 My beloved is radiant and tan. The best among ten thousand.
Mi amado es blanco, rubio, mas señalado que diez mil.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Su cabeza, oro fino; sus guedejas crespas, negras como el cuervo:
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Sus ojos, como de las palomas, que están junto a los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche, que están junto a la abundancia.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como las flores de las especias: sus labios, lirios que gotean mirra que pasa.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Sus manos, anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, blanco marfil cubierto de zafiros.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Sus piernas, columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de oro fino: su vista como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Su paladar, dulzuras, y todo él deseos. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, o! hijas de Jerusalem.
