Cantar de los Cantares 5

EL LIBRO DEL PUEBLO DE DIOS	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 [El Amado] Yo entré en mi jardín, hermana mía, novia mía: recogí mi mirra y mi bálsamo. comí mi miel y mi panal, bebí mi vino y mi leche. ¡Coman, amigos míos, beban, y embriáguense de amor!	1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2 [La Amada] Yo duermo, pero mi corazón vela: oigo a mi amado que golpea. «¡Abreme, hermana mía, mi amada, paloma mía, mi preciosa! Porque mi cabeza está empapada por el rocío y mi cabellera por la humedad de la noche».	2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3 «Ya me quité la túnica, ¿cómo voy a ensuciármelos?».	3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Mi amado pasó la mano por la abertura de la puerta, y se estremecieron mis entrañas.	4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5 Me levanté para abrirle a mi amado, y mis manos destilaron mirra, fluyó mirra de mis dedos, por el pasador de la cerradura.	5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6 Yo misma le abrí a mi amado, pero él ya había desaparecido. ¡El alma se me fue detrás de él! ¡Lo busqué, y no lo encontré, lo llamé y no me respondió!	6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7 Me encontraron los centinelas que hacen la ronda en la ciudad; los guardias de las murallas me golpearon y me hirieron, me arrancaron el manto.	7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Júrenme, hijas de Jerusalén, que si encuentran a mi amado, le dirán... ¿qué le dirán? Que estoy enferma de amor.	8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
9 [Coro] ¿Qué tiene tu amado más que los otros, tú, la más hermosa de las mujeres? ¿Qué tiene tu amado más que los otros para que nos conjures de esa manera?	9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
10 [La Amada] Mi amado es apuesto y sonrosado, se distingue entre diez mil.	10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11 Su cabeza es un lingote de oro puro, sus cabellos son ramas de palmera, negros como un cuervo.	11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12 Sus ojos son dos palomas junto a una corriente de agua, que se bañan en leche y se posan sobre un estanque.	12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 Sus mejillas son canteros perfumados, almácigos de hierbas aromáticas. Sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra pura.	13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.
14 Sus manos, brazaletes de oro, adornados con piedras de Tarsis. Su vientre, un bloque de marfil, todo incrustado de zafiros.	14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15 Sus piernas, columnas de alabastro, asentadas sobre bases de oro puro. Su aspecto es como el Líbano, esbelto como los cedros.	15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
16 Su paladar rebosa dulzura y todo en él es una delicia. Así es mi amado, así es mi amigo, hijas de Jerusalén.	16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
	17 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?