Song of Solomon 5

YO vine á mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía: Cogido he mi mirra y mis aromas; He comido mi panal y mi miel, Mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; Babed, amados, y embriagaos.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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.

Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: La voz de mi amado que llamaba: Ábreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; Porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, Mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.

I sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, Y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, Y mis manos gotearon mirra, Y mis dedos mirra que corría Sobre las aldabas del candado.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

Abrí yo á mi amado; Mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado: Y tras su hablar salió mi alma: Busquélo, y no lo hallé; Llamélo, y no me respondió.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: Hiriéronme, llagáronme, Quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, Que le hagáis saber cómo de amor estoy enferma.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Que así nos conjuras?

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 charge us?

Mi amado es blanco y rubio, Señalado entre diez mil.

My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

Su cabeza, como, oro finísimo; Sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, Que se lavan con leche, y á la perfección colocados.

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: Sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: Su vientre, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.

His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: Su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, Oh doncellas de Jerusalem.

His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.