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!
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
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 is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: 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 kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly 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 kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on 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 kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
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 watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck 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 have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with 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 your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
10 Mi amado es blanco y rubio, se distingue entre millares.
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
11 Su cabeza es oro puro; sus rizos, racimos de palma, negros como el cuervo.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
12 Sus ojos, palomas junto a los arroyos de agua, bañadas en leche, en pleno reposo.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
13 Sus mejillas son eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumadas flores; sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra purísima.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice 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 turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
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 marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice 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 throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
