Cantar de los Cantares 5
1 He entrado en mi jardín, mi hermana, mi novia. He reunido mi mirra con mi especia; He comido mi panal con mi miel; He bebido mi vino con mi leche. Amigos ¡Comed, amigos! Bebe, sí, bebe en abundancia, amado.
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
2 Yo estaba dormido, pero mi corazón estaba despierto. Es la voz de mi amada la que llama: “Ábreme, hermana mía, mi amor, mi paloma, mi inmaculada; porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, y mi pelo con la humedad de la noche”.
I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
3 Me he quitado la túnica. ¿Debo ponérmela? Me he lavado los pies. De hecho, ¿debo ensuciarlos?
I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?
4 Mi amado metió la mano por la abertura del pestillo. Mi corazón latía por él.
My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5 Me levanté para abrir para mi amada. Mis manos goteaban mirra, mis dedos con mirra líquida, en las asas de la cerradura.
I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.
6 Le abrí a mi amada; pero mi amado se fue, y se fue. Mi corazón se apagó cuando habló. Lo busqué, pero no lo encontré. Le llamé, pero no contestó.
I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.
7 Los vigilantes que recorren la ciudad me encontraron. Me ganaron. Me han magullado. Los guardianes de las murallas me quitaron la capa.
The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Os conjuro, hijas de Jerusalén, Si encuentras a mi amada, que le digas que me desmayo de amor.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
9 ¿Cómo es tu amado mejor que otro amado, ¿eres la más bella entre las mujeres? Cómo es que tu amado es mejor que otro amado, ¿que nos adjuntan?
What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?
10 Mi amado es blanco y rubicundo. El mejor entre diez mil.
My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.
11 Su cabeza es como el oro más puro. Su pelo es tupido, negro como un cuervo.
His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
12 Sus ojos son como palomas junto a los arroyos de agua, lavados con leche, montados como joyas.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
13 Sus mejillas son como un lecho de especias con torres de perfumes. Sus labios son como lirios, que dejan caer mirra líquida.
His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Sus manos son como anillos de oro engastados con berilo. Su cuerpo es como una obra de marfil recubierta de zafiros.
His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas son como columnas de mármol asentadas sobre bases de oro fino. Su aspecto es como el Líbano, excelente como los cedros.
His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
16 Su boca es la dulzura; Sí, es totalmente encantador. Este es mi amado, y este es mi amigo, hijas de Jerusalén.
His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
