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I have come to my garden, my sister 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 and become drunk with love⌟!
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; bebed, 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.
I have 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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
I was asleep but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, ⌞my hair drenched from the moist night air⌟.”
Yo 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.
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.
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my tunic, ⌞must I put it on⌟? I have bathed my feet, ⌞must I soil them⌟?
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?
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost yearned for him.
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.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
I myself arose to open to my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh upon the handles of the bolt.
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.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
I opened myself to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone; my heart sank when he turned away. I sought him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.
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.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
The sentinels making rounds in the city found me; they beat me, they wounded me; they took my cloak away from me— ⌞those sentinels on the walls⌟!
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.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
I adjure you, ⌞O maidens of Jerusalem⌟, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am ⌞lovesick⌟!
Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, que le hagáis saber como 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.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
⌞How is your beloved better than another lover⌟, O most beautiful among women? ⌞How is your beloved better than another lover⌟, that you adjure us thus?
¿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?
How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
My beloved is radiant and ⌞ruddy⌟, distinguished ⌞among⌟ ten thousand.
Mi amado es blanco y rubio, señalado entre diez mil.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
His head is gold, refined gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
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.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, ⌞set like mounted jewels⌟.
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.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips are lilies dripping liquid myrrh.
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.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His arms are ⌞rods⌟ of gold ⌞engraved with⌟ jewels; his belly is polished ivory covered with sapphires.
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.
His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are columns of alabaster, set on bases of gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as ⌞its cedars⌟.
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.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
⌞His mouth⌟ is sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved; this is my friend, ⌞O young women of Jerusalem⌟.
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.
His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.