Cantares 7
Dios Habla Hoy
Él
7 (2) ¡Qué hermosos son tus pies
en las sandalias, princesa!
Las curvas de tus caderas
son como adornos de oro fino
hechos por manos expertas.
2 (3) Tu ombligo es una copa redonda
donde no falta el buen vino;
tu vientre es una pila de trigo
rodeada de rosas.
3 (4) Tus pechos son dos gacelas,
dos gacelas mellizas.
4 (5) Tu cuello es una torre de marfil;
tus ojos son dos estanques
de la ciudad de Hesbón,
junto a la puerta de Bat-rabim;
tu nariz es como la torre del Líbano
que mira hacia la ciudad de Damasco.
5 (6) Tu cabeza, sobre tu cuerpo,
es como el monte Carmelo;
hilos de púrpura son tus cabellos:
¡un rey está preso entre sus rizos!
6 (7) Amor mío, mujer encantadora,
¡qué bella, qué hermosa eres!
7 (8) Tu porte es como el porte de una palmera;
tus pechos son como racimos.
8 (9) Yo pienso subir a la palmera
y adueñarme de sus racimos.
Tus pechos serán entonces
como racimos de uvas;
tu aliento, perfume de manzanas;
9 (10) tu paladar, como el buen vino
que resbala suavemente
por los labios y los dientes.
Ella
10 (11) Yo soy de mi amado:
los impulsos de su amor lo atraen a mí.
11 (12) ¡Anda, amado mío, vayamos al campo!
Pasaremos la noche entre flores de alheña.
12 (13) Por la mañana iremos a los viñedos,
a ver si ya tienen brotes,
si se abren ya sus botones,
si ya han florecido los granados.
¡Allí te daré mi amor!
13 (14) Las mandrágoras esparcen su aroma.
A nuestra puerta hay fruta de todas clases:
fruta seca y fruta recién cortada,
que para ti, amado mío, aparté.
Song of Solomon 7
New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised
Expressions of Praise
7 How graceful are your feet in sandals,
O queenly maiden!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master hand.
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
overlooking Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.[a]
6 How fair and pleasant you are,
O loved one, delectable maiden![b]
7 You are stately[c] as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
8 I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its branches.
O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
9 and your kisses[d] like the best wine
that goes down[e] smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth.[f]
10 I am my beloved’s,
and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved,
let us go forth into the fields,
and lodge in the villages;
12 let us go out early to the vineyards,
and see whether the vines have budded,
whether the grape blossoms have opened
and the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
and over our doors are all choice fruits,
new as well as old,
which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
Footnotes
- Song of Solomon 7:5 Meaning of Heb uncertain
- Song of Solomon 7:6 Syr: Heb in delights
- Song of Solomon 7:7 Heb This your stature is
- Song of Solomon 7:9 Heb palate
- Song of Solomon 7:9 Heb down for my lover
- Song of Solomon 7:9 Gk Syr Vg: Heb lips of sleepers
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.
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