Cantares 5
Dios Habla Hoy
Él
5 Ya he entrado en mi jardín,
hermanita, novia mía.
Ya he tomado mi mirra y mis perfumes,
ya he probado la miel de mi panal,
ya he bebido mi vino y mi leche.
Coro
Queridos amigos,
coman y beban,
¡beban todo lo que quieran!
Cuarto canto
Ella
2 Yo dormía, pero no mi corazón.
Y oí que mi amado llamaba a la puerta:
«¡Ábreme, amor mío;
hermanita,
palomita virginal!
¡Mi cabeza está empapada de rocío!
¡El rocío nocturno me corre por el cabello!»
3 «Ya me he quitado la ropa;
¡tendría que volver a vestirme!
Ya me he lavado los pies;
¡se me volverían a llenar de polvo!»
4 Mi amado metió la mano
por el agujero de la puerta.
¡Eso me conmovió profundamente!
5-6 Entonces me levanté
para abrirle a mi amado.
De mis manos y mis dedos
cayeron gotitas de mirra
sobre el pasador de la puerta.
¡Al oírlo hablar
sentí que me moría!
Abrí la puerta a mi amado,
pero él ya no estaba allí.
Lo busqué y no lo encontré,
lo llamé y no me respondió.
7 Me encontraron los guardias
que hacen la ronda de la ciudad;
me golpearon, me hirieron;
¡los que cuidan la entrada de la ciudad
me arrancaron el velo con violencia!
8 Mujeres de Jerusalén,
si encuentran a mi amado,
prométanme decirle
que me estoy muriendo de amor.
Coro
9 ¿Qué de especial tiene tu amado,
hermosa entre las hermosas?
¿Qué de especial tiene tu amado
que nos pides hacerte tal promesa?
Ella
10 Mi amado es trigueño claro,
inconfundible entre miles de hombres.
11 Su cabeza es oro puro;
su cabello es ondulado
y negro como un cuervo;
12 sus ojos son dos palomas bañadas en leche,
posadas junto a un estanque;
13 sus mejillas son amplios jardines
de fragantes flores.
Sus labios son rosas
por las que ruedan gotitas de mirra;
14 sus manos son abrazaderas de oro cubiertas de topacios;
su cuerpo es pulido marfil
con incrustaciones de zafiros;
15 sus piernas son columnas de mármol
afirmadas sobre bases de oro puro;
su aspecto es distinguido
como los cedros del Líbano;
16 su paladar es dulcísimo.
¡Todo él es un encanto!
Así es mi amado,
así es el amor mío,
mujeres de Jerusalén.
雅歌 5
Chinese Contemporary Bible (Simplified)
男子：
5 我的妹妹，我的新娘啊，
我已经来到自己的园中，
采了我的没药和香料，
品尝了我的蜂房和蜂蜜，
也享用了我的美酒和鲜奶。
耶路撒冷的少女：
朋友们，尽情吃喝吧。
相爱的人啊，沉醉在爱中吧！
女子：
2 我虽然躺在床上，心却清醒。
我听见我的良人在叩门，说：“开门吧！
我的妹妹，我的爱人，
我完美无瑕的小鸽子啊，
我的头上沾满了露水，
头发被夜间的露珠弄湿了。”
3 可是我已经脱了衣裳，难道要再穿上吗？
我已经洗了脚，怎能再沾土呢？
4 我的良人从门孔伸进手来，
我心神为之荡漾，
5 就起来为他开门；
我的双手滴下没药，
甚至门闩也沾了我指头滴下的没药。
6 我为良人开了门，
他却已经离开了。
他的离去使我心中失落。[a]
我到处找他，却找不着；
我呼唤他，却得不到回答。
7 城中巡逻的卫兵遇见我，
把我打伤了，
看守城墙的人还抢走了我的披肩。
8 耶路撒冷的少女啊，
我恳求你们，
倘若遇见我的良人，
请告诉他我思爱成病。
耶路撒冷的少女：
9 绝色的佳人啊！
你的良人与别的男子比较，
究竟有什么长处，
以致你这样恳求我们呢？
女子：
10 他红光满面，
超越万人。
11 他头如纯金，
乌黑发亮的卷发像波浪。
12 他的眼睛清澈明亮，
如同溪旁用奶洗净的白鸽，
又像镶嵌合适的宝石。
13 他的双颊芬芳，
犹如种满香草的花圃。
他的嘴唇好像百合花，
滴下没药汁。
14 他的双臂如同镶着水苍玉的金杖，
身体如同镶嵌蓝宝石的象牙。
15 他的双腿好像纯金座上的白玉石柱，
体格如黎巴嫩挺拔的香柏树。
16 他的嘴甘甜如蜜，
整个人都令人爱慕。
耶路撒冷的少女啊，
这就是我的良人，
我的朋友。
Footnotes
- 5:6 “他的离去使我心中失落”或译“他说话时，我神不守舍”。
Song of Solomon 5
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
5 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 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 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
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 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 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
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 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
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?
Song of Solomon 5
King James Version
5 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 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 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
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 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 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 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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