Augstā Dziesma 7
1 Cik skaisti ir tavi soļi kurpēs, tu valdnieka meita. Tavi gurni tā ir salikti kā divas sprādzes, ko gudra meistara roka darījusi.
As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
2 Tavs klēpis ir kā apaļš biķeris, kam dzēriena netrūkst; viņš ir kā kviešu kopa, apsprausta ar lilijām.
Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Tavas krūtis ir kā divas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi.
Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Tavs kakls ir kā tornis no ziloņkauliem, tavas acis ir kā tie dīķi Hešbonē pie Batrabim vārtiem, tavs deguns ir kā tornis uz Lībanus, kas pret Damasku skatās.
Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5 Tava galva uz tevis ir kā Karmels, un tavi kuplie galvas mati kā purpurs, ķēniņš ar bizēm saistīts.
Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Cik skaista un cik mīlīga tu esi, ak mīlestība ar saviem jaukumiem!
How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7 Šis tavs augums ir līdzīgs palma kokam un tavas krūtis vīna ķekariem.
This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
8 Es sacīšu: es kāpšu uz palma koku, es tveršu viņa zarus, lai tavas krūtis ir kā ķekari pie vīna koka, un tava vaiga smarža kā āboli,
I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
9 Un tava mute kā labs vīns, kas manam draugam viegli ieiet un miegaino lūpas dara runājam.
And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Es piederu savam draugam, un sirds viņam nesās uz mani.
I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Nāc, mans draugs, ejam laukā, mitīsim ciemos.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Iesim agri uz vīna dārziem, lūkosim, vai vīna koks zied, vai jaunie pumpuri sprāgst, un granātu koki plaukst. Tur es tev rādīšu savu mīlestību.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
13 Tie dudaīm dod smaržu, un pie mūsu durvīm ir visādi dārgi augļi, jauni un veci; mans draugs, es tos priekš tevis esmu glabājusi.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
