Canticle of Canticles 5

DOUAI-RHEIMS	Biblia Sagrada
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.	1 He entrado en mi jardín, | hermana mía, esposa; | he recogido mi mirra y mi bálsamo, | he comido mi néctar con mi miel, | he bebido mi vino con mi leche. ¡Comed, amigos, bebed, | embriagaos de amores!
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.	2 Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba. | ¡Un rumor…! Mi amado llama: | «Ábreme, hermana mía, amada mía, | mi paloma sin tacha; | que mi cabeza está cubierta de rocío, | mis rizos del relente de la noche».
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?	3 Me he quitado la túnica, | ¿cómo vestirme otra vez?; | me he lavado los pies, | ¿cómo mancharlos de nuevo?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.	4 Mi amado introdujo su mano por el postigo, | y mis entrañas se estremecieron por él.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.	5 Me levanté para abrir a mi amado, | y mis manos destilaban mirra; | mis dedos goteaban mirra, | en el pestillo de la cerradura.
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.	6 Abrí yo misma a mi amado, | pero mi amado ya se había marchado. | ¡El alma se me fue tras él! | Lo busqué y no lo encontré, | lo llamé y no me respondió.
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.	7 Me encontraron los centinelas, | que hacen la ronda por la ciudad; | me golpearon, me hirieron, | me desgarraron el velo | los centinelas de las murallas.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.	8 Os conjuro, muchachas de Jerusalén, | si encontráis a mi amado, | ¿qué habéis de decirle? | Que he sido herida de amor.
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?	9 ¿Qué tiene de particular tu amado, | tú, la más bella de las mujeres? | ¿Qué tiene de particular tu amado, | para que así nos conjures?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.	10 Mi amado es radiante y bermejo, | egregio entre millares.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.	11 Su cabeza es oro finísimo; | sus rizos, colinas ondulantes, | son negros como el cuervo.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.	12 Sus ojos, cual palomas | a la vera de las aguas: | se bañan en leche, | se posan en la orilla.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.	13 Sus mejillas, plantel de balsameras, | semillero de plantas aromáticas. | Sus labios rosáceos | destilan mirra líquida.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.	14 Sus manos, cofres de oro, | llenos de gemas. | Su vientre, disco de marfil, | cubierto de zafiros.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.	15 Sus piernas, columnas de alabastro, | asentadas en basas de oro. | Su porte, como el Líbano, | esbelto como los cedros.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.	16 Su talle es delicioso, | todo él es codiciable. | Así es mi amado, así es mi amigo, | muchachas de Jerusalén.
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?