Cantar de los Cantares 7
1 Los contornos de tus muslos son como joyas, Obra de manos de un hábil orfebre.
Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2 Tu ombligo es como un ánfora, Donde no falta ningún vino generoso. Tu vientre, una gavilla de trigo cercada de lirios.
Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Tus dos pechos, como crías mellizas de gacela.
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
4 Tu cuello, una torre de marfil, Tus ojos, claros como los estanques de Hesbón, Junto al portal de Bat-rabim. Tu perfil es como la torre del Líbano, Que mira hacia Damasco.
Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
5 Tu cabeza se yergue como la montaña Carmelo, Y tu cabellera es como la púrpura. ¡El rey está cautivo en tus trenzas!
Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 ¡Cuán hermosa y dulce eres, oh amor deleitoso!
How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
7 Tu talle se asemeja a la palmera, Y tus pechos, a sus racimos.
This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
8 Dije: Subiré a la palmera. Tomaré sus frutos. Sean tus pechos como racimos de la vid, Y la fragancia de tu aliento como de manzanas,
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
9 Y el cielo de tu boca como el vino generoso. Que de mi amado fluye suavemente, Y hace mover apaciblemente los labios de los que duermen.
and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 Yo soy de mi amado, Y su deseo es para mí.
I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Ven, amado mío, Salgamos al campo, Pernoctemos en las aldeas.
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Madruguemos y vayamos a las viñas, Veamos si brotó la vid, Si ya se abrieron sus flores, Si florecen los granados. Allí te daré mis caricias.
Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
13 Las mandrágoras exhalan su fragancia, Y a nuestra puerta hay toda clase de frutos deliciosos, Nuevos y añejos, que guardé para ti, oh amado mío.
The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
