Song of Solomon 7
1 You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).
Los contornos de tus muslos son como joyas, Obra de manos de un hábil orfebre.
2 Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.
Tu ombligo es como un ánfora, Donde no falta ningún vino generoso. Tu vientre, una gavilla de trigo cercada de lirios.
3 Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).
Tus dos pechos, como crías mellizas de gacela.
4 Your neck is like [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.
Tu cuello, una torre de marfil, Tus ojos, claros como los estanques de Hesbón, Junto al portal de Bat-rabim. Tu perfil es como la torre del Líbano, Que mira hacia Damasco.
5 Your head is [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.
Tu cabeza se yergue como la montaña Carmelo, Y tu cabellera es como la púrpura. ¡El rey está cautivo en tus trenzas!
6 You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.
¡Cuán hermosa y dulce eres, oh amor deleitoso!
7 You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.
Tu talle se asemeja a la palmera, Y tus pechos, a sus racimos.
8 I said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples
Dije: Subiré a la palmera. Tomaré sus frutos. Sean tus pechos como racimos de la vid, Y la fragancia de tu aliento como de manzanas,
9 and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.
Y el cielo de tu boca como el vino generoso. Que de mi amado fluye suavemente, Y hace mover apaciblemente los labios de los que duermen.
10 I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.
Yo soy de mi amado, Y su deseo es para mí.
11 You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).
Ven, amado mío, Salgamos al campo, Pernoctemos en las aldeas.
12 And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make love to you.
Madruguemos y vayamos a las viñas, Veamos si brotó la vid, Si ya se abrieron sus flores, Si florecen los granados. Allí te daré mis caricias.
13 The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.
Las mandrágoras exhalan su fragancia, Y a nuestra puerta hay toda clase de frutos deliciosos, Nuevos y añejos, que guardé para ti, oh amado mío.
