Augstā Dziesma 5
1 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!
I AM come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 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.
I was asleep, but my heart waked: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
3 „Es savus svārkus esmu novilkusi, kā man tos atkal būs apvilkt? Es savas kājas esmu mazgājusi, kā man tās atkal būs darīt netīras?“
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Mans draugs savu roku stiepa pa logu, un mana sirds par to trīcēja.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my heart was moved for him.
5 Es pacēlos, savam draugam atdarīt, un no manām rokām pilēja mirres un no maniem pirkstiem tekošas mirres pie durvju atslēgas.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 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.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Sargi, kas pilsētā iet apkārt, mani atrada; mani sita un mani ievainoja; tie mūru sargi norāva manu apsegu no manis.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 Es jums piekodināju, Jeruzālemes meitas, kad jūs manu draugu atrodat, ko jūs viņam sacīsiet? Ka es esmu apsirgusi no mīlestības.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 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?
What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?
10 Mans draugs ir balts un sarkans, pārāks pār tūkstošiem.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Viņa galva ir visušķīstākais zelts, viņa mati ir kupli jo kupli, melni kā krauklis.
His head is [as] the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven.
12 Viņa acis ir kā baložu acis pie ūdens strautiem, ar pienu mazgātas, skaistā pilnumā.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
13 Viņa vaigi ir kā balzama dobes, tā kā smaržīgas puķes uz pakalniem. Viņa lūpas ir kā rozes, kur pil tekošas mirres.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs: his lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Viņa rokas ir kā zelta gredzeni ar turķizu akmeņiem pildīti. Viņa miesa ir kā daiļš ziloņkaulu darbs, ar safīriem pušķots;
His hands are [as] rings of gold set with beryl: his body is [as] ivory work overlaid [with] sapphires.
15 Viņa lieli ir kā marmora pīlāri uz visšķīstākā zelta pamatiem. Viņa augums ir kā Lībanus, dižens kā ciedri.
His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Viņa mute ir salda, un visa viņa būšana ļoti mīlīga. Tāds ir mans draugs, un tāds ir mans mīļākais, Jeruzālemes meitas.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
