Cantar de los Cantares 5
1 Vine a mi jardín, hermana mía, esposa; tomé de mi mirra y de mi bálsamo; comí mi panal con mi miel; bebí mi vino y mi leche. ¡Comed, amigos; bebed y embriagaos, mis bien amados!
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Yo dormía, pero mi corazón estaba despierto. ¡Una voz! Es mi amado que golpea. Ábreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía, pues mi cabeza está llena de rocío, y mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Ya me he quitado la túnica; ¿cómo ponérmela de nuevo? Ya me he lavado los pies; ¿cómo ensuciarlos?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Mi amado introdujo la mano por el cerrojo, y mis entrañas todas se conmovieron.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 Me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra; de mirra exquisita se impregnaron mis dedos en la manecilla de la cerradura.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 Abrí a mi amado, pero mi amado, volviéndose, había desaparecido. Mi alma desfalleció al oír su voz. Lo busqué y no lo hallé; lo llamé, mas no me respondió.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Me encontraron los guardias que hacen la ronda en la ciudad; me golpearon, me hirieron; y los que custodian las murallas me quitaron el manto.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Os conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusalén, si halláis a mi amado, decidle que yo desfallezco de amor.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, oh hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que los demás amados, para que así nos conjures?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 Mi amado es blanco y rubio, se distingue entre millares.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Su cabeza es oro puro; sus rizos, racimos de palma, negros como el cuervo.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 Sus ojos, palomas junto a los arroyos de agua, bañadas en leche, en pleno reposo.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 Sus mejillas son eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumadas flores; sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra purísima.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 Sus manos son barras de oro esmaltadas con piedras de Tarsis; su pecho, una obra de marfil cuajada de zafiros.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas son columnas de mármol, asentadas en basas de oro puro; su aspecto es como el del Líbano, esbelto como los cedros.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Su voz es la dulzura misma, y todo él es amable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, oh hijas de Jerusalén.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
