Augstā Dziesma 6
1 Kurp tavs draugs ir nogājis, tu visu skaistākā starp sievām? Uz kuru pusi tavs draugs ir griezies, ka mēs līdz ar tevi viņu meklējam.
[[Lad.]] Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.
2 Mans draugs ir nogājis savā dārzā, pie tām smaržīgām dobēm, pa dārzu pastaigāties un lilijas lasīt.
[[M.]] My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
3 Mans draugs ir mans un es esmu viņa, kas starp lilijām gana.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.
4 Tu esi skaista, mana draudzene, tā kā Tirca, mīlīga kā Jeruzāleme, briesmīga kā kara spēki ar karogiem.
Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.
5 Nogriez savas acis no manis, jo tās mani pārvarējušas. Tavi mati ir kā kazu pulks, kas guļ uz Gileād kalna.
Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.
6 Tavi zobi ir kā avju pulks, kas nāk no peldēšanas, kas visas dvīņus vedās, un neviena starp viņām nav neauglīga.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.
7 Tavi vaigi ir kā granātābola puses aiz tava galvas apsega.
As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
8 Sešdesmit ir ķēniņienes un astoņdesmit liekas sievas un tas jaunavu pulks nav izskaitāms.
Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.
9 Bet viena vienīga ir mans balodis, mana sirds skaidrā, tā vienīgā savai mātei, tā mīļākā savai dzemdētājai. Kad tās meitas viņu redz, tad tās viņu teic, ķēniņienes un liekās sievas viņu slavē.
But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.
10 Kas tā tāda, kas spīd kā auseklis, skaista kā mēnesis, skaidra kā saule, briesmīga kā karaspēki ar karogiem?
[[Lov.]] Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?
11 Es nogāju riekstu dārzā, redzēt zaļos augļus pie upes, un lūkot, vai vīna koks zied un granātu koki plaukst.
[[M.]] I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.
12 Es nesajutu, ka mana dvēsele mani bija pacēlusi uz manas slavētās tautas goda ratiem.
Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.
13 Atgriezies, atgriezies, ak Sulamite! Atgriezies, atgriezies, ka mēs tevi varam skatīt. Ko jūs redzat pie Sulamites? Kā diešanu pie Mahānaīma.
[[Lad.]] Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! [[M.]] Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?
