Canticle of Canticles 5

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	BIBLIA
1 Bride: "May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees."	1 Ya he entrado en mi huerto, hermana mía, novia; he tomado mi mirra con mi bálsamo, he comido mi miel con mi panal, he bebido mi vino con mi leche. ¡Comed, amigos, bebed, oh queridos, embriagaos!
2 Groom to Bride: "I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved."	2 Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba. ¡La voz de mi amado que llama!: «¡Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, mi perfecta! Que mi cabeza está cubierta de rocío y mis bucles del relente de la noche».
3 Bride: "I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:"	3 - «Me he quitado mi túnica, ¿cómo ponérmela de nuevo? He lavado mis pies, ¿cómo volver a mancharlos?»
4 Groom to Bride: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night."	4 ¡Mi amado metió la mano por la hendedura; y por él se estremecieron mis entrañas.
5 Bride: "I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?"	5 Me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos destilaron mirra, mirra fluida mis dedos, en el pestillo de la cerradura.
6 "My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch."	6 Abrí a mi amado, pero mi amado se había ido de largo. El alma se me salió a su huída. Le busqué y no le hallé, le llamé, y no me repondió.
7 "I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh."	7 Me encontraron los centinelas, los que hacen la ronda en la ciudad. Me golpearon, me hirieron, me quitaron de encima mi chal los guardias de las murallas.
8 "I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me."	8 Yo os conjuro, hijas de Jerusalén, si encontráis a mi amado, ¿qué le habéis de anunciar? Que enferma estoy de amor.
9 "The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me."	9 ¿Qué distingue a tu amado de los otros, oh la más bella de las mujeres? ¿Qué distingue a tu amado de los otros, para que así nos conjures?
10 "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love."	10 Mi amado es fúlgido y rubio, distinguido entre diez mil.
11 Chorus to Bride: "What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?"	11 Su cabeza es oro, oro puro; sus guedejas, racimos de palmera, negras como el cuervo.
12 Bride: "My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands."	12 Sus ojos como palomas junto a arroyos de agua, bañándose en leche, posadas junto a un estanque.
13 "His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."	13 Sus mejillas, eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumes. Sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra fluida.
14 "His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams."	14 Sus manos, aros de oro, engastados de piedras de Tarsis. Su vientre, de pulido marfil, recubierto de zafiros.
15 "His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh."	15 Sus piernas, columnas de alabastro, asentadas en basas de oro puro. Su porte es como el Líbano, esbelto cual los cedros.
16 "His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires."	16 Su paladar, dulcísimo, y todo él, un encanto. Así es mi amado, así mi amigo, hijas de Jerusalén.
17 Chorus to Bride: "Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?"