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, oh hermana, esposa mía; he cogido mi mirra y mis aromas; he comido mi panal y mi miel, mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; bebed, amados, y embriagaos.
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, pero mi corazón vela por la voz de mi amado que toca a la puerta: Abreme, hermana mía, compañera mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis cabellos 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?
Me 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, y mis entrañas se conmovieron 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 corría 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.
Abrí yo a mi amado; mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado; y tras su hablar salió mi alma: lo busqué, y no lo hallé; lo 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.
Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudad; me golpearon, me hirieron, me quitaron mi manto de encima los 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, oh doncellas de Jerusalén, si hallareis a mi amado, que le hagáis saber cómo 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, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que los otros amados, que así nos conjuras?
10 My beloved is radiant and tan. The best among ten thousand.
Mi amado es blanco y rubio, señalado entre diez mil.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Su cabeza, como, oro finísimo; sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Sus ojos, como palomas junto a los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche; como palomas 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 fragantes flores; sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos; su vientre, como 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, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro; 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, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi compañero, oh doncellas de Jerusalén.
