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.
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from 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 like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
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 scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate 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 like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5 Tavas krūtis ir kā divas jaunas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi, kas liliju starpā ganās.
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6 Kad diena metās dzestra, un ēnas bēg, tad iešu pie mirru kalna un pie vīraka pakalna.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7 Tu esi visai skaista, mana draudzene, un pie tevis nav vainas.
You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot 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.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the 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 ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of 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 is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
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 bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Tu esi aizslēgts dārzs, mana māsa, mīļā brūte, aizslēgts avots, aizslēgta aka.
A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Tavi zari ir kā jauks dārzs, kur granātu ābeles ar dārgiem augļiem, kovera puķes ar nardēm,
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
14 Narde un safrans, kalmes un kanēlis, ar visādiem vīraka kokiem, mirres un alvejas, līdz ar vislabākām smaržīgām zālēm.
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 Tā kā dārzu aka (tu esi), kā aka ar dzīvu ūdeni, un kā strauti no Lībanus.
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams 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.
Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
