Cantar de los Cantares 5
1 ¡Vine a mi huerto, oh hermana mía y esposa mía. Recogí mi mirra con mi bálsamo, Comí mi panal con mi miel, Bebí mi vino con mi leche! ¡Coman, amigos! ¡Beban y embriáguense, oh amados!
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 Yo dormía, Pero mi corazón velaba: ¡Una voz! ¡Mi amado llama! ¡Ábreme, hermana mía, amada mía, Paloma mía, perfecta mía! Porque mi cabeza está empapada de rocío, Y mis cabellos con las gotas de la noche.
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 Me quité el vestido. ¿Cómo me volveré a vestir? Me lavé los pies, ¿Los volveré a ensuciar?
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 amado metió su mano por la ventanilla, Y mis entrañas se conmovieron por él.
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
5 Me levanté para abrir a mi amado, Mis manos destilaron mirra, De mis dedos se escurrió la mirra por la manecilla 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 Abrí a mi amado, Pero mi amado ya se había ido. Había pasado, Y mi alma salió tras su hablar. Lo busqué, Pero no lo hallé. Lo llamé, Pero no me 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 Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudad. Me golpearon y me hirieron. Los guardas de las murallas Me despojaron de mi manto.
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 Las conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusalén, Que si hallan a mi amado, ¡Le digan que estoy enferma 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 ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Oh tú, la más hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Que así nos conjuras?
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 amado es radiante y lozano, Distinguido entre 10.000.
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
11 Su cabeza es como el oro más fino, Sus cabellos, ondulados, Negros 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 corrientes de agua, Bañados con leche, Que descansan en la orilla.
His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
13 Sus mejillas, como un jardín de especias, Que exhalan su fragancia, Sus labios son como lirios, Que destilan abundante mirra.
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 como barras de oro engastados con piedras de Tarsis, Su torso, tallado de marfil, Recubierto de zafiros.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas son columnas de alabastro, Asentadas sobre basas de oro puro. Su aspecto, como el del Líbano, Majestuoso como los cedros.
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 paladar es dulcísimo, Y todo él, la dulzura misma. ¡Es mi amado y es mi amigo, oh hijas 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.
