Augstā Dziesma 4
1 Redzi, tu esi skaista, mana draudzene, redzi, tu esi skaista; tavas acis ir kā baložu acis aiz tava galvas apsega. Tavi mati ir kā kazu pulks, kas guļ uz Gileād kalna.
Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.
2 Tavi zobi ir kā avju pulks, kas cirptas un iznāk no peldēšanas, kas visas dvīņus vedās, un neviena starp viņām nav neauglīga.
Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
3 Tavas lūpas ir kā purpura aukla, un tava mute ir mīlīga. Tavi vaigi ir kā granātābola puses aiz tava galvas apsega.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
4 Tavs kakls ir kā Dāvida tornis, kas taisīts, lai tur ieročus uzkar, kur tūkstošas priekšturamās bruņas uzkārtas, visādas stipru vīru bruņas.
Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
5 Tavas krūtis ir kā divas jaunas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi, kas liliju starpā ganās.
Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
6 Kad diena metās dzestra, un ēnas bēg, tad iešu pie mirru kalna un pie vīraka pakalna.
Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Tu esi visai skaista, mana draudzene, un pie tevis nav vainas.
You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
8 Nāc man līdz no Lībanus, mana brūte, nāc man līdz no Lībanus. Skaties no Amana kalna gala, no Senira un Hermona gala, no lauvu alām, no leopardu kalniem.
Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
9 Tu man sirdi esi paņēmusi, mana māsa, mīļā brūte; tu man sirdi esi paņēmusi ar vienu actiņu, ar vienu kakla ķēdīti.
You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.
10 Cik skaista ir tava mīlestība, mana māsa, mīļā brūte! Cik labāka ir tava mīlestība pār vīnu, un tavas eļļas smarža pār visām kvēpināmām zālēm.
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
11 Tavas lūpas, ak brūte! Pil no kausētā medus; medus un piens ir apakš tavas mēles, un tava drēbju smarža ir kā Lībanus smarža.
Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
12 Tu esi aizslēgts dārzs, mana māsa, mīļā brūte, aizslēgts avots, aizslēgta aka.
An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
13 Tavi zari ir kā jauks dārzs, kur granātu ābeles ar dārgiem augļiem, kovera puķes ar nardēm,
You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;
14 Narde un safrans, kalmes un kanēlis, ar visādiem vīraka kokiem, mirres un alvejas, līdz ar vislabākām smaržīgām zālēm.
aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.
15 Tā kā dārzu aka (tu esi), kā aka ar dzīvu ūdeni, un kā strauti no Lībanus.
The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.
16 Celies, ziemeli, un nāc, dienvidu vējš, pūt pa manu dārzu, ka viņa zāles pil (smaržas no dārza augiem). Mans draugs lai nāk savā dārzā, un lai ēd savus skaistos augļus.
Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.
