Cantar de los Cantares 5
1 He entrado en mi jardín, mi hermana, mi novia; he recogido mi mirra con mi especia; he probado mi panal con mi miel; he bebido mi vino con mi leche. Amigos, coman, oh amados; beban vino, en abundancia.
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 Estoy durmiendo, pero mi corazón está despierto; es el sonido de mi amado en la puerta, diciendo: Ábreme, mi hermana, mi amor, mi paloma, mi muy hermosa; Mi cabeza está mojada de rocío, y las gotas del rocío nocturno corre por mi cabello.
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 he quitado la túnica; ¿Cómo puedo ponérmela otra vez? Mis pies he lavado; ¿Cómo puedo ensuciarlos otra vez?
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 puso su mano en la puerta, y mi corazón se conmovió por él.
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 amado; y de mis manos destilaba mirra, y mis dedos con mirra líquida, en la cerradura de la puerta.
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 la puerta a mi amado; pero mi amado se había ido, y se había ido, mi alma se fue tras él cuando me dio la espalda; Fui tras él, pero no lo hallé; Dije su nombre, pero él no me dio respuesta.
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 guardianes que recorren el pueblo me encontraron; me dieron golpes y heridas; Los guardianes de las paredes me quitaron el velo.
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 Júrenme, oh hijas de Jerusalem, si ven a mi ser amado, ¿qué le dirán? 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 más hermosa entre las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro, que nos haces jurar?
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 ser amado es blanco y sonrosado, el principal entre los diez mil.
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
11 Su cabeza es como el oro más delicado; Su pelo es grueso, y negro como un 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 los de las palomas junto a los arroyos de agua, lavados con leche y colocados correctamente.
His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
13 Su rostro es como lechos de especias, que ofrecen perfumes de todo tipo; Sus labios como lirios, destilando 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 manos son como anillos de oro adornados con piedras de berilo; Su vientre es como un marfil pulido cubierto de zafiros.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas son como pilares de mármol fundadas sobre una base de oro delicado; Su apariencia son como el Líbano, hermosas como el cedro.
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 muy dulce; Sí, él es todo hermoso. Este es mi ser amado, y este 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.
