Cantares 7
Reina Valera Contemporánea
7 ¡Cuán bellos se ven, princesa,
tus pies en las sandalias!
Tus torneados muslos son como joyas
labradas por un experto orfebre.
2 Se asemeja tu ombligo a una taza redonda
donde abunda la bebida.
Tu vientre evoca a un montón de trigo
circundado de blancos lirios.
3 Son tus pechos dos cervatos gemelos,
4 y tu cuello, una torre de marfil.
Me hacen pensar tus ojos
en los manantiales de Jesbón
que fluyen a la entrada de Bat Rabín.
Tu nariz se asemeja a la torre del Líbano,
orientada hacia Damasco.
5 Tu cabeza me recuerda a la cumbre del Carmelo;
bucles de púrpura son tus cabellos,
¡preso entre ellos se encuentra un rey!
6 ¡Cuán bella eres, y cuán dulce!
¡Cuán delicioso es el amor!
7 Tienes el garbo de una palmera,
Y son tus pechos los racimos.
8 ¡Ya he pensado trepar a esa palmera
y apoderarme de sus dátiles!
¡Sean tus pechos cual racimos de uvas,
y tu aliento, cual aroma de manzanas!
9 ¡Sea tu paladar como el buen vino,
y que fluya, amado mío, por tus labios,
y se deslice por tus dientes!
10 Yo soy de mi amado,
y él halla en mí su deleite.
11 ¡Ven, amado mío, vayamos al campo!
¡Pasemos la noche en alguna aldea!
12 Por la mañana iremos a las viñas;
veremos florecer las vides
y abrirse sus tiernos retoños.
Veremos florecer los granados,
¡y allí te entregaré mi amor!
13 Las mandrágoras esparcen ya su aroma,
y a nuestras puertas tenemos
las frutas más variadas y deliciosas,
frutas frescas y frutas secas,
que para ti, mi amor, tengo guardadas.
Song of Solomon 7
New King James Version
Expressions of Praise
The Beloved
7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
(A)O prince’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet;
It lacks no [a]blended beverage.
Your waist is a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
3 (B)Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
4 (C)Your neck is like an ivory tower,
Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!
7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.
8 I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your [b]breath like apples,
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
The Shulamite
The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
[c]Moving gently the [d]lips of sleepers.
10 (D)I am my beloved’s,
And (E)his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved,
Let us go forth to the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us (F)see if the vine has budded,
Whether the grape blossoms are open,
And the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
13 The (G)mandrakes give off a fragrance,
And at our gates (H)are pleasant fruits,
All manner, new and old,
Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.
Footnotes
- Song of Solomon 7:2 Lit. mixed or spiced drink
- Song of Solomon 7:8 Lit. nose
- Song of Solomon 7:9 Gliding over
- Song of Solomon 7:9 LXX, Syr., Vg. lips and teeth.
Song of Solomon 7
King James Version
7 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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