Song of Solomon 6

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?

Kurp tavs draugs ir nogājis, tu visu skaistākā starp sievām? Uz kuru pusi tavs draugs ir griezies, ka mēs līdz ar tevi viņu meklējam.

2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Mans draugs ir nogājis savā dārzā, pie tām smaržīgām dobēm, pa dārzu pastaigāties un lilijas lasīt.

3 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

Mans draugs ir mans un es esmu viņa, kas starp lilijām gana.

4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

Tu esi skaista, mana draudzene, tā kā Tirca, mīlīga kā Jeruzāleme, briesmīga kā kara spēki ar karogiem.

5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

Nogriez savas acis no manis, jo tās mani pārvarējušas. Tavi mati ir kā kazu pulks, kas guļ uz Gileād kalna.

6 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

Tavi zobi ir kā avju pulks, kas nāk no peldēšanas, kas visas dvīņus vedās, un neviena starp viņām nav neauglīga.

7 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

Tavi vaigi ir kā granātābola puses aiz tava galvas apsega.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

Sešdesmit ir ķēniņienes un astoņdesmit liekas sievas un tas jaunavu pulks nav izskaitāms.

9 One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

Bet viena vienīga ir mans balodis, mana sirds skaidrā, tā vienīgā savai mātei, tā mīļākā savai dzemdētājai. Kad tās meitas viņu redz, tad tās viņu teic, ķēniņienes un liekās sievas viņu slavē.

10 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

Kas tā tāda, kas spīd kā auseklis, skaista kā mēnesis, skaidra kā saule, briesmīga kā karaspēki ar karogiem?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

Es nogāju riekstu dārzā, redzēt zaļos augļus pie upes, un lūkot, vai vīna koks zied un granātu koki plaukst.

12 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

Es nesajutu, ka mana dvēsele mani bija pacēlusi uz manas slavētās tautas goda ratiem.

13 Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.

Atgriezies, atgriezies, ak Sulamite! Atgriezies, atgriezies, ka mēs tevi varam skatīt. Ko jūs redzat pie Sulamites? Kā diešanu pie Mahānaīma.