Song of Solomon 5
1 My bride, [you who are dearer to me than] my sister, I have come [to cuddle up to you] [MET, EUP]; [it will be as though] I will be gathering myrrh with my other spices, and eating my honey and my honeycomb, and drinking my wine and my milk. You two who love each other, enjoy your lovemaking; enjoy all that you want to.
Еу интру ын грэдина мя, соро мирясо, ымь кулег смирна ку миресмеле меле, ымь мэнынк фагуреле де мьере ку мьеря мя, ымь бяу винул ку лаптеле меу… – Мынкаць, приетень, бець ши ымбэтаци-вэ де драгосте! –
2 I was partially asleep, but my mind was [still] awake. Then I heard the one who loves me knocking [at the door]. [He said], “My darling, [you who are dearer to me than] my sister, my dear friend, my perfect one, my dove [MET], open the door for me! My hair is wet from the dew, from the mist [that has fallen during] the night.”
Адормисем, дар инима ымь вегя… Есте гласул пряюбитулуй меу, каре бате: „Дескиде-мь, соро, скумпо, порумбицо, неприхэнито! Кэч капул ымь есте плин де роуэ, кырлионций ымь сунт плинь де пикурий нопций.” –
3 [But] I had already taken off my robe; I did not [RHQ] want to put it on again [to open the door]. I had [already] washed my feet; I did not [RHQ] want them to become dirty again.
„Мь-ам скос хайна. Кум сэ мэ ымбрак ярэшь? Мь-ам спэлат пичоареле. Кум сэ ле мурдэреск ярэшь?”
4 The one who loves me put his hand through the opening [in the wall], and I was thrilled [that he was there].
Дар юбитул меу а вырыт мына пе гаура зэворулуй ши мь-а фост милэ де ел атунч.
5 I got up to open [the door] for the one who loves me, [but first I put a lot of] myrrh on my hands. The myrrh was dripping from my fingers while I unlatched the bolt.
М-ам скулат сэ дескид юбитулуй меу, ын тимп че де пе мыниле меле пикура смирнэ ши де пе деӂетеле меле пикура чя май алясэ смирнэ пе мынерул зэворулуй.
6 I opened [the door] for the man who loves me, but he had left. He had turned away and was gone! I was very disappointed [IDM]; I searched for him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
Ам дескис юбитулуй меу, дар юбитул меу плекасе, се фэкусе невэзут. Ыннебуням кынд ымь ворбя. Л-ам кэутат, дар ну л-ам гэсит; л-ам стригат, дар ну мь-а рэспунс.
7 The city watchmen saw me while they were walking around the city. They beat me and wounded me [because they thought I must be a prostitute]; those men who were guarding the city walls took my robe.
Пэзиторий каре дау окол четэций м-ау ынтылнит, м-ау бэтут, м-ау рэнит; мь-ау луат марама стрэжерий де пе зидурь.
8 You young women of Jerusalem, I plead with you, if you see the man who loves me, tell him [DOU] that I am very disappointed that we did not make love.
Вэ рог фербинте, фийче але Иерусалимулуй, дакэ гэсиць пе юбитул меу, че-й вець спуне?… Кэ сунт болнавэ де драгосте! –
9 You who are the (fairest/most beautiful) among women, why [do you think that] the one who loves you is better than other men? In what way is the man who loves you better than other men with the result that you ask us to tell him that?
Че аре юбитул тэу май мулт декыт алтул, о, чя май фрумоасэ динтре фемей? Че аре юбитул тэу май мулт декыт алтул, де не роӂь аша де фербинте? –
10 The man who loves me is handsome and healthy, (outstanding among/better than) (10,000/an uncountable number of) [other men].
Юбитул меу есте алб ши румен, деосебинду-се дин зече мий.
11 His head is [beautiful, like] [MET] purest gold; his hair is wavy and as black as [SIM] a raven/crow.
Капул луй есте о кунунэ де аур курат, плетеле луй ка ниште валурь сунт негре кум е корбул.
12 His eyes [are as gentle] as [SIM] doves along the streams; [the white parts of] his eyes are as white as [MET] milk, [with what resembles] jewels inlaid in them.
Окий луй сунт ка ниште порумбей пе марӂиня извоарелор, скэлдаць ын лапте ши одихнинду-се ын фаца луй плинэ.
13 His cheeks are like [SIM] a garden full of spice trees that produce [sweet-smelling] perfume. His lips are [like] [SIM] lilies that have myrrh/perfume dripping from them.
Ображий луй сунт ка ниште стратурь де миресме, ын каре креск садурь мироситоаре; бузеле луй сунт ниште кринь, дин каре курӂе чя май алясэ смирнэ.
14 His arms are like [MET] gold bars/rods that are decorated with precious stones/jewels. His body is like [SIM] [a column/pillar of] ivory that is decorated with (sapphires/valuable [blue] stones).
Мыниле луй сунт ниште инеле де аур, ферекате ку петре де крисолит; трупул луй есте ун кип де филдеш луструит, акоперит ку петре де сафир;
15 His legs are [like] [MET] pillars of marble that are set in bases made of pure gold. He is [majestic, like the mountains of] [SIM] Lebanon, as delightful/beautiful as [SIM] cedar [trees].
пичоареле луй сунт ниште стылпь де мармурэ албэ, ашезаць пе ниште темелий де аур курат. Ынфэцишаря луй есте ка Либанул, паре ун тынэр алес ка чедрий.
16 His kisses [MTY] are extremely sweet; he is very handsome. You young women of Jerusalem, all that tells you why the one who loves me and who is my friend [is better than other men].
Черул гурий луй есте нумай дулчацэ ши тоатэ фиинца луй есте плинэ де фармек. Аша есте юбитул меу, аша есте скумпул меу, фийче але Иерусалимулуй! –
