Cantares 3
Palabra de Dios para Ti
1Por las noches en mi cama buscaba al que ama mi alma. Lo busqué, Pero no lo hallé.
2Me levantaré ahora e iré por la ciudad, Por las calles y por las plazas. ¡Debo hallar al que ama mi alma! Lo busqué, Pero no lo hallé.
3Me hallaron los guarda que rondan la ciudad. ¿Vieron al que ama mi alma?
4Apenas pasé de allí, Hallé al que ama mi alma. Me agarré de él y no lo dejé, Hasta que lo introduje en la casa de mi madre, En la habitación de la que me concibió.
5Las conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusalén, Por las gacelas y por los venados del campo, Que no despierten al amor Ni lo hagan velar hasta que quiera.
6¿Qué es esto que sube del desierto como columnas de humo, Perfumado con mirra e incienso Y con todos los aromas del mercader?
7Mira, la litera de Salomón, Escoltada por 60 valientes de entre los héroes de Israel.
8Todos ellos empuñan espada. Son expertos en la batalla. Cada uno tiene su espada en su cintura Por los peligros de la noche.
9El rey Salomón hizo para él una litera con madera del Líbano.
10Hizo sus columnas de plata, Su respaldo de oro, Su asiento de púrpura, Su interior tapizado con amor por las hijas de Jerusalén.
11¡Salgan, oh hijas de Sion, Y contemplen al rey Salomón, Con la diadema que le colocó su madre el día de su boda, El día del gozo de su corazón!
Reina-Valera 1909
1POR las noches busqué en mi lecho al que ama mi alma: busquélo, y no lo hallé.
2Levantaréme ahora, y rodearé por la ciudad; por las calles y por las plazas buscaré al que ama mi alma: busquélo, y no lo hallé.
3Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad, y díjeles: ¿Habéis visto al que ama mi alma?
4Pasando de ellos un poco, hallé luego al que mi alma ama: trabé de él, y no lo dejé, hasta que lo metí en casa de mi madre, y en la cámara de la que me engendró.
5Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, por las gamas y por las ciervas del campo, que no despertéis ni hagáis velar al amor, hasta que quiera.
6¿Quién es ésta que sube del desierto como columnita de humo, sahumada de mirra y de incienso, y de todos polvos aromáticos?
7He aquí es la litera de Salomón: sesenta valientes la rodean, de los fuertes de Israel.
8Todos ellos tienen espadas, diestros en la guerra; cada uno su espada sobre su muslo, por los temores de la noche.
9El rey Salomón se hizo una carroza de madera del Líbano.
10Sus columnas hizo de plata, su respaldo de oro, su cielo de grana, su interior enlosado de amor, por las doncellas de Jerusalem.
11Salid, oh doncellas de Sión, y ved al rey Salomón con la corona con que le coronó su madre el día de su desposorio, y el día del gozo de su corazón.
King James Version
1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
4It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
6Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
8They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
World English Bible
1By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
2I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
4I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.