Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

Cik skaisti ir tavi soļi kurpēs, tu valdnieka meita. Tavi gurni tā ir salikti kā divas sprādzes, ko gudra meistara roka darījusi.

2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

Tavs klēpis ir kā apaļš biķeris, kam dzēriena netrūkst; viņš ir kā kviešu kopa, apsprausta ar lilijām.

3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

Tavas krūtis ir kā divas stirnas, kā kalnu kazas dvīņi.

4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward 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 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!

Tava galva uz tevis ir kā Karmels, un tavi kuplie galvas mati kā purpurs, ķēniņš ar bizēm saistīts.

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!

Cik skaista un cik mīlīga tu esi, ak mīlestība ar saviem jaukumiem!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.

Šis tavs augums ir līdzīgs palma kokam un tavas krūtis vīna ķekariem.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose 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 thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

Un tava mute kā labs vīns, kas manam draugam viegli ieiet un miegaino lūpas dara runājam.

10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

Es piederu savam draugam, un sirds viņam nesās uz mani.

11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.

Nāc, mans draugs, ejam laukā, mitīsim ciemos.

12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

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 yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

Tie dudaīm dod smaržu, un pie mūsu durvīm ir visādi dārgi augļi, jauni un veci; mans draugs, es tos priekš tevis esmu glabājusi.