Cantar de los Cantares 5

BIBLIA	KING JAMES BIBLE
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!	1 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.
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».	2 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.
3 - «Me he quitado mi túnica, ¿cómo ponérmela de nuevo? He lavado mis pies, ¿cómo volver a mancharlos?»	3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 ¡Mi amado metió la mano por la hendedura; y por él se estremecieron mis entrañas.	4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 Me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos destilaron mirra, mirra fluida mis dedos, en el pestillo de la cerradura.	5 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.
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 Le busqué y no le hallé, le llamé, y no me repondió.	6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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.	7 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.
8 Yo os conjuro, hijas de Jerusalén, si encontráis a mi amado, ¿qué le habéis de anunciar? Que enferma estoy de amor.	8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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?	9 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?
10 Mi amado es fúlgido y rubio, distinguido entre diez mil.	10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Su cabeza es oro, oro puro; sus guedejas, racimos de palmera, negras como el cuervo.	11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 Sus ojos como palomas junto a arroyos de agua, bañándose en leche, posadas junto a un estanque.	12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 Sus mejillas, eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumes. Sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra fluida.	13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 Sus manos, aros de oro, engastados de piedras de Tarsis. Su vientre, de pulido marfil, recubierto de zafiros.	14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas, columnas de alabastro, asentadas en basas de oro puro. Su porte es como el Líbano, esbelto cual los cedros.	15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Su paladar, dulcísimo, y todo él, un encanto. Así es mi amado, así mi amigo, hijas de Jerusalén.	16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.