Cantar de los Cantares 5

BIBLIA	DOUAI-RHEIMS
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 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 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, 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 - «Me he quitado mi túnica, ¿cómo ponérmela de nuevo? He lavado mis pies, ¿cómo volver a mancharlos?»	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 metió la mano por la hendedura; y por él 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 abrir a mi amado, y mis manos destilaron mirra, mirra fluida mis dedos, en el pestillo 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 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 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, 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 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 Yo os conjuro, hijas de Jerusalén, si encontráis a mi amado, ¿qué le habéis de anunciar? Que enferma estoy 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 ¿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 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 Mi amado es fúlgido y rubio, distinguido entre diez mil.	10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11 Su cabeza es oro, oro puro; sus guedejas, racimos de palmera, negras como el cuervo.	11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, 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 as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 Sus mejillas, eras de balsameras, macizos de perfumes. Sus labios son lirios que destilan mirra fluida.	13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.
14 Sus manos, aros de oro, engastados de piedras de Tarsis. Su vientre, de pulido marfil, recubierto 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 en basas de oro puro. Su porte es como el Líbano, esbelto cual 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, dulcísimo, y todo él, un encanto. Así es mi amado, así 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?