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.
How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount 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 as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
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 as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
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 as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
5 Tavas krūtis ir kā divas jaunas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi, kas liliju starpā ganās.
Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
6 Kad diena metās dzestra, un ēnas bēg, tad iešu pie mirru kalna un pie vīraka pakalna.
Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
7 Tu esi visai skaista, mana draudzene, un pie tevis nav vainas.
You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
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.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
9 Tu man sirdi esi paņēmusi, mana māsa, mīļā brūte; tu man sirdi esi paņēmusi ar vienu actiņu, ar vienu kakla ķēdīti.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
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 wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
11 Tavas lūpas, ak brūte! Pil no kausētā medus; medus un piens ir apakš tavas mēles, un tava drēbju smarža ir kā Lībanus smarža.
Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Tu esi aizslēgts dārzs, mana māsa, mīļā brūte, aizslēgts avots, aizslēgta aka.
My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
13 Tavi zari ir kā jauks dārzs, kur granātu ābeles ar dārgiem augļiem, kovera puķes ar nardēm,
Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
14 Narde un safrans, kalmes un kanēlis, ar visādiem vīraka kokiem, mirres un alvejas, līdz ar vislabākām smaržīgām zālēm.
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
15 Tā kā dārzu aka (tu esi), kā aka ar dzīvu ūdeni, un kā strauti no Lībanus.
You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream 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.
Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
