Cantares 7

As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides †are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

¡CUÁN hermosos son tus pies en los calzados, oh hija de príncipe! Los contornos de tus muslos son como joyas, obra de mano de excelente maestro.

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Thy waist †is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

Tu ombligo, como una taza redonda, que no le falta bebida. Tu vientre, como montón de trigo, cercado de lirios.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

Tus dos pechos, como dos cabritos mellizos de gama.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

Tu cuello, como torre de marfil; tus ojos, como las pesqueras de Hesbón junto á la puerta de Batrabbim; tu nariz, como la torre del Líbano, que mira hacia Damasco.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

Tu cabeza encima de ti, como el Carmelo; y el cabello de tu cabeza, como la púrpura del rey ligada en los corredores.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

¡Qué hermosa eres, y cuán suave, oh amor deleitoso!

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

¡Y tu estatura es semejante á la palma, y tus pechos á los racimos!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

Yo dije: Subiré á la palma, asiré sus ramos: y tus pechos serán ahora como racimos de vid, y el olor de tu boca como de manzanas;

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

Y tu paladar como el buen vino, que se entra á mi amado suavemente, y hace hablar los labios de los viejos.

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

I †am my beloved's, and on me †is his desire.

Yo soy de mi amado, y conmigo tiene su contentamiento.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

Ven, oh amado mío, salgamos al campo, moremos en las aldeas.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

Levantémonos de mañana á las viñas; veamos si brotan las vides, si se abre el cierne, si han florecido los granados; allí te daré mis amores.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

Las mandrágoras han dado olor, y á nuestras puertas hay toda suerte de dulces frutas, nuevas y añejas, que para ti, oh amado mío, he guardado.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.