Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
Cik skaisti ir tavi soļi kurpēs, tu valdnieka meita. Tavi gurni tā ir salikti kā divas sprādzes, ko gudra meistara roka darījusi.
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
Tavs klēpis ir kā apaļš biķeris, kam dzēriena netrūkst; viņš ir kā kviešu kopa, apsprausta ar lilijām.
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
Tavas krūtis ir kā divas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi.
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
Tavs kakls ir kā tornis no ziloņkauliem, tavas acis ir kā tie dīķi Hešbonē pie Batrabim vārtiem, tavs deguns ir kā tornis uz Lībanus, kas pret Damasku skatās.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
Tava galva uz tevis ir kā Karmels, un tavi kuplie galvas mati kā purpurs, ķēniņš ar bizēm saistīts.
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
Cik skaista un cik mīlīga tu esi, ak mīlestība ar saviem jaukumiem!
7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
Šis tavs augums ir līdzīgs palma kokam un tavas krūtis vīna ķekariem.
8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
Es sacīšu: es kāpšu uz palma koku, es tveršu viņa zarus, lai tavas krūtis ir kā ķekari pie vīna koka, un tava vaiga smarža kā āboli,
9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
Un tava mute kā labs vīns, kas manam draugam viegli ieiet un miegaino lūpas dara runājam.
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
Es piederu savam draugam, un sirds viņam nesās uz mani.
11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
Nāc, mans draugs, ejam laukā, mitīsim ciemos.
12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
Iesim agri uz vīna dārziem, lūkosim, vai vīna koks zied, vai jaunie pumpuri sprāgst, un granātu koki plaukst. Tur es tev rādīšu savu mīlestību.
13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
Tie dudaīm dod smaržu, un pie mūsu durvīm ir visādi dārgi augļi, jauni un veci; mans draugs, es tos priekš tevis esmu glabājusi.
