Cantar de los Cantares 5
Reina-Valera 1909Translation
Reina-Valera 1909
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
1YO 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; bebed, amados, y embriagaos.
1Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: la voz de mi amado que llamaba: Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.
2I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
3I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.
4My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que corría sobre las aldabas del candado.
5I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6Abrí 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.
6I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.
7The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, que le hagáis saber como de amor estoy enferma.
8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
9¿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?
9What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
10Mi amado es blanco y rubio, señalado entre diez mil.
10My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11Su cabeza, como oro finísimo; sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.
11His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche, y á la perfección colocados.
12His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.
13His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
14Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.
14His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.
15His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
16Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, oh doncellas de Jerusalem.
16His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
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17Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
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