Song of Solomon 5
1 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.
Es nāku savā dārzā, mana māsa, mīļā brūte; es plūcu savas mirres un savu balzamu, es ēdu savas šūnas ar savu medu, es dzeru savu vīnu un savu pienu. Ēdiet, mīļie, dzeriet un padzeraties, draugi!
2 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.
Es guļu, bet mana sirds ir nomodā; tā ir mana drauga balss, kas klaudzina: atdari man, mana māsa, mana draudzene, mans balodis, mana sirds skaidrā; jo mana galva ir rasas pilna, mani mati ar nakts lāsēm.
3 I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?
„Es savus svārkus esmu novilkusi, kā man tos atkal būs apvilkt? Es savas kājas esmu mazgājusi, kā man tās atkal būs darīt netīras?“
4 My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.
Mans draugs savu roku stiepa pa logu, un mana sirds par to trīcēja.
5 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.
Es pacēlos, savam draugam atdarīt, un no manām rokām pilēja mirres un no maniem pirkstiem tekošas mirres pie durvju atslēgas.
6 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.
Es savam draugam atdarīju, bet mans draugs bija projām, viņš bija aizgājis. Mana dvēsele izgāja pēc viņa vārdiem. Es viņu meklēju, bet es viņu neatradu; es viņu saucu, bet viņš man neatbildēja.
7 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.
Sargi, kas pilsētā iet apkārt, mani atrada; mani sita un mani ievainoja; tie mūru sargi norāva manu apsegu no manis.
8 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.
Es jums piekodināju, Jeruzālemes meitas, kad jūs manu draugu atrodat, ko jūs viņam sacīsiet? Ka es esmu apsirgusi no mīlestības.
9 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?
Kāds tad ir tavs draugs pār citiem draugiem, tu visuskaistākā starp sievām? Kāds ir tavs draugs pār citiem draugiem, ka tu mums tā esi piekodinājusi?
10 My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.
Mans draugs ir balts un sarkans, pārāks pār tūkstošiem.
11 His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
Viņa galva ir visušķīstākais zelts, viņa mati ir kupli jo kupli, melni kā krauklis.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
Viņa acis ir kā baložu acis pie ūdens strautiem, ar pienu mazgātas, skaistā pilnumā.
13 His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Viņa vaigi ir kā balzama dobes, tā kā smaržīgas puķes uz pakalniem. Viņa lūpas ir kā rozes, kur pil tekošas mirres.
14 His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.
Viņa rokas ir kā zelta gredzeni ar turķizu akmeņiem pildīti. Viņa miesa ir kā daiļš ziloņkaulu darbs, ar safīriem pušķots;
15 His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
Viņa lieli ir kā marmora pīlāri uz visšķīstākā zelta pamatiem. Viņa augums ir kā Lībanus, dižens kā ciedri.
16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Viņa mute ir salda, un visa viņa būšana ļoti mīlīga. Tāds ir mans draugs, un tāds ir mans mīļākais, Jeruzālemes meitas.
