Cantar de los Cantares 5
1 Yo vine a mi huerto, o! hermana, esposa mía; yo cogí mi mirra, y mis especias. Yo comí mi panal, y mi miel: yo bebí mi vino, y mi leche. Coméd amigos, bebéd amados, y embriagáos.
[[Lov.]] I am come to my garden, my sister, my spouse! I gather my myrrh with my balsam, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, yea, drink abundantly, my loved companions!
2 Yo duermo, y mi corazón vela. La voz de mi amado, que toca a la puerta, diciendo: Ábreme, hermana mía, amor mío, paloma mía, mi sin mancilla, porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis guedejas de las gotas de la noche.
[[M.]] I slept, but my heart was awake; It was the voice of my beloved, who was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is filled with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night.”
3 He desnudado mi ropa, ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies, ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
“I have taken off my vest [[said I]]; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”
4 Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero de la puerta, y mis entrañas rugieron dentro de mí.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.
5 Yo me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que pasaba sobre las aldabas del candado.
I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Yo abrí a mi amado: mas mi amado era ya ido, ya había pasado; y mi alma salió tras su hablar, le busqué, y no le hallé: le llamé, y no me respondió.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Halláronme las guardas, que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima, las guardas de los muros.
The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.
8 Yo os conjuro, o! hijas de Jerusalem, que si hallareis a mi amado, que le hagáis saber, que de amor estoy enferma.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved, —What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.
9 ¿Qué es tu amado más que los otros amados, o! la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿qué es tu amado más que los otros amados, que así nos has conjurado?
[[Lad.]] What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?
10 Mi amado es blanco, rubio, mas señalado que diez mil.
[[M.]] My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.
11 Su cabeza, oro fino; sus guedejas crespas, negras como el cuervo:
His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;
12 Sus ojos, como de las palomas, que están junto a los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche, que están junto a la abundancia.
His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;
13 Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como las flores de las especias: sus labios, lirios que gotean mirra que pasa.
His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;
14 Sus manos, anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, blanco marfil cubierto de zafiros.
His hands are gold rings set with chrysolite; His body is wrought-work of ivory, overlaid with sapphires;
15 Sus piernas, columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de oro fino: su vista como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.
His legs are marble pillars, resting on pedestals of fine gold; His aspect is like Lebanon, Majestic like the cedars;
16 Su paladar, dulzuras, y todo él deseos. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, o! hijas de Jerusalem.
His mouth is sweetness; His whole being, loveliness. This is my beloved, This my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem!
