Cantar de los Cantares 5
1 ¡Entro en mi jardín, hermana mía, novia mía! Recojo mirra con mi especia. Como mi panal con mi miel. Bebo vino con mi leche. ¡Comamos nuestra saciedad de amor! Embriaguémonos de amor!
Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.
2 Aunque estaba dormida, mi mente iba a toda velocidad. Oí que mi amor llamaba a la puerta, y gritaba: “Por favor, abre la puerta, hermana mía, querida, paloma mía, mi amor perfecto. Mi cabeza está empapada de rocío, mis cabellos están mojados por la niebla nocturna”.
Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.
3 Respondí: “Ya me he desvestido. No tengo que volver a vestirme, ¿verdad? Ya me he lavado los pies. No tengo que ensuciarlos de nuevo, ¿verdad?”
Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
4 Mi amor metió la mano en la abertura. En mi interior lo anhelaba.
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
5 Me levanté para dejar entrar a mi amor. Mis manos goteaban de mirra, mis dedos de mirra líquida, mientras agarraba las asas del cerrojo.
I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
6 Me abrí a mi amor, pero él se había ido, ¡se había ido! Quedé destrozada por ello. Lo busqué pero no pude encontrarlo. Lo llamé, pero no respondió.
I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
7 Los vigilantes me encontraron al pasar por la ciudad. Me golpearon, me hirieron y me robaron el manto, aquellos centinelas de las murallas.
The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
8 Mujeres de Jerusalén, prométanme que si encuentran a mi amor y no saben qué decirle, díganle que estoy débil de amor.
I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
9 ¿Por qué el que amas es mejor que cualquier otro? Dinos, mujer más bella de las mujeres? ¿En qué es el que amas es mejor que cualquier otro para que te prometamos eso?
Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
10 Mi amor tiene una apariencia deslumbrante y está muy en forma, mejor que otros diez mil.
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
11 Su cabeza es como el oro más fino, su cabello es ondulado y negro como el cuervo.
His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
12 Sus ojos son como palomas junto a manantiales de agua, lavados con leche y engastados como joyas resplandecientes.
His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
13 Sus mejillas son como un macizo de especias que produce fragancia. Sus labios son como lirios, goteando mirra líquida.
His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
14 Sus brazos son barras redondas de oro con incrustaciones de joyas. Su abdomen es como marfil tallado con incrustaciones de lapislázuli.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas son columnas de alabastro asentadas sobre bases de oro. Parece fuerte, como los poderosos cedros del Líbano.
His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.
16 Su boca es la más dulce de todas; ¡es absolutamente deseable! Este es mi amor, mi amigo, mujeres de Jerusalén.
His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
