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Oh! Que n’es-tu mon frère, Allaité des mamelles de ma mère! Je te rencontrerais dehors, je t’embrasserais, Et l’on ne me mépriserait pas.
¡OH quién te me diese como hermano que mamó los pechos de mi madre; de modo que te halle yo fuera, y te bese, y no me menosprecien!
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
Je veux te conduire, t’amener à la maison de ma mère; Tu me donneras tes instructions, Et je te ferai boire du vin parfumé, Du moût de mes grenades.
Yo te llevaría, te metiera en casa de mi madre: tú me enseñarías, y yo te hiciera beber vino adobado del mosto de mis granadas.
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Que sa main gauche soit sous ma tête, Et que sa droite m’embrasse!
Su izquierda esté debajo de mi cabeza, y su derecha me abrace.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Je vous en conjure, filles de Jérusalem, Ne réveillez pas, ne réveillez pas l’amour, Avant qu’elle le veuille.
Conjúroos, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, que no despertéis, ni hagáis velar al amor, hasta que quiera.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Qui est celle qui monte du désert, Appuyée sur son bien-aimé? Je t’ai réveillée sous le pommier; Là ta mère t’a enfantée, C’est là qu’elle t’a enfantée, qu’elle t’a donné le jour.
¿Quién es ésta que sube del desierto, recostada sobre su amado? Debajo de un manzano te desperté: allí tuvo tu madre dolores, allí tuvo dolores la que te parió.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
Mets-moi comme un sceau sur ton cœur, Comme un sceau sur ton bras; Car l’amour est fort comme la mort, La jalousie est inflexible comme le séjour des morts; Ses ardeurs sont des ardeurs de feu, Une flamme de l’Éternel.
Ponme como un sello sobre tu corazón, como una marca sobre tu brazo: porque fuerte es como la muerte el amor; duro como el sepulcro el celo: sus brasas, brasas de fuego, fuerte llama.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.
Les grandes eaux ne peuvent éteindre l’amour, Et les fleuves ne le submergeraient pas; Quand un homme offrirait tous les biens de sa maison contre l’amour, Il ne s’attirerait que le mépris.
Las muchas aguas no podrán apagar el amor, ni lo ahogarán los ríos. Si diese el hombre toda la hacienda de su casa por este amor, de cierto lo menospreciaran.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Nous avons une petite sœur, Qui n’a point encore de mamelles; Que ferons-nous de notre sœur, Le jour où on la recherchera?
Tenemos una pequeña hermana, que no tiene pechos: ¿qué haremos á nuestra hermana cuando de ella se hablare?
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
Si elle est un mur, Nous bâtirons sur elle des créneaux d’argent; Si elle est une porte, Nous la fermerons avec une planche de cèdre.
Si ella es muro, edificaremos sobre él un palacio de plata: y si fuere puerta, la guarneceremos con tablas de cedro.
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Je suis un mur, Et mes seins sont comme des tours; J’ai été à ses yeux comme celle qui trouve la paix.
Yo soy muro, y mis pechos como torres, desde que fuí en sus ojos como la que halla paz.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
Salomon avait une vigne à Baal-Hamon; Il remit la vigne à des gardiens; Chacun apportait pour son fruit mille sicles d’argent.
Salomón tuvo una viña en Baal-hamón, la cual entregó á guardas, cada uno de los cuales debía traer mil monedas de plata por su fruto.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
Ma vigne, qui est à moi, je la garde. A toi, Salomon, les mille sicles, Et deux cents à ceux qui gardent le fruit!
Mi viña, que es mía, está delante de mí: las mil serán tuyas, oh Salomón, y doscientas, de los que guardan su fruto.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Habitante des jardins! Des amis prêtent l’oreille à ta voix. Daigne me la faire entendre!
Oh tú la que moras en los huertos, los compañeros escuchan tu voz: házmela oir.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
Fuis, mon bien-aimé! Sois semblable à la gazelle ou au faon des biches, Sur les montagnes des aromates!
Huye, amado mío; y sé semejante al gamo, ó al cervatillo, sobre las montañas de los aromas.
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!