Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O 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 sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops 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 put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
He desnudado mi ropa, ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies, ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
4 My beloved put his hand through the opening of the door, and my heart was moved 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 to my beloved; and my hands flowed with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon 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6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Halláronme las guardas, que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima, las guardas de los muros.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick 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 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge 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 white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
Mi amado es blanco, rubio, mas señalado que diez mil.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Su cabeza, oro fino; sus guedejas crespas, negras como el cuervo:
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
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 as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling 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 as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Sus manos, anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, blanco marfil cubierto de zafiros.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as 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 most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Su paladar, dulzuras, y todo él deseos. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, o! hijas de Jerusalem.
