Cantares 2
La Palabra (España)
2 Soy narciso de Sarón
y azucena de los valles.
Amado
2 Una azucena entre zarzas
es mi amada entre las mozas.
Amada
3 Un manzano entre árboles silvestres
es mi amado entre los mozos.
Me gusta sentarme a su sombra,
paladear su dulce fruta.
4 Me introdujo en la bodega
bajo la bandera de su amor.
5 Reconfortadme con pasas,
reanimadme con manzanas,
que estoy enferma de amor.
6 En su izquierda reposa mi cabeza,
con su derecha me abraza.
Amado
7 Juradme, muchachas de Jerusalén,
por las gacelas y ciervas del campo,
que no despertaréis ni turbaréis
al amor hasta que él quiera.
Segundo cantar
Amada
8 ¡Es la voz de mi amor!
Miradlo cómo viene,
brincando por los montes,
saltando por los cerros.
9 Mi amor es como un corzo,
es como un cervatillo.
Mirad, se ha parado tras la tapia,
mirando por las ventanas,
espiando entre las rejas.
10 Mi amor habla y me dice:
— “Levántate, mi amada,
hermosa mía, y ven.
11 Que el invierno ha pasado,
han cesado y se han ido las lluvias.
12 Brotan flores en la tierra,
llega el tiempo de los cantos
y el arrullo de la tórtola
ya se oye en nuestros campos.
13 Las higueras echan higos
y hay aroma de uva en flor.
Levántate, mi amada,
hermosa mía, y ven.
14 Paloma mía, escondida
en las grietas de las rocas,
en los huecos más recónditos,
déjame ver tu figura,
déjame escuchar tu voz,
¡es tan dulce tu voz
y tan bella tu figura!”.
Dúo
15 Cazadnos las raposas,
las raposas pequeñas
que destrozan las viñas,
nuestras viñas en flor.
Amada
16 Mi amado es mío y yo de mi amado,
que pasta entre azucenas.
17 Mientras despunta el día
y se esfuman las sombras,
amor mío, vuélvete
como corzo o cervatillo
por las montañas de Béter.
Song of Solomon 2
Darby Translation
2 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
Song of Solomon 2
King James Version
2 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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