Biblia Platense (Straubinger) · Catholic Public Domain Version
Cantar de los Cantares 7
1¿Por qué miráis a la Sulamita como las danzas de Mahanaim? ¡Qué hermosos son tus pies en las sandalias, hija de príncipe! Los contornos de tus caderas son como joyas, obra de manos de artista. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?2Tu seno es un tazón torneado, en que no falta el vino sazonado. Tu vientre es un montón de trigo rodeado de azucenas. Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.3Como dos cervatillos son tus pechos, gemelos de gacela. Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.4Tu cuello es una torre de marfil, tus ojos como las piscinas de Hesebón, junto a la puerta de Bat-Rabim, tu nariz como la torre del Líbano que mira hacia Damasco. Your two breasts are like two young twin does.5Tu cabeza está asentada como el Carmelo, y tu cabellera es como la púrpura: un rey está preso en sus trenzas. Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.6¡Qué hermosa eres y qué encantadora, oh amor, con tus delicias! Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.7Ese tu talle parece una palmera, y tus pechos, racimos. Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!8Subiré, dije yo, a la palmera, y me asiré de sus ramas. ¡Séanme tus pechos como racimos de uvas! Tu aliento es como manzanas, Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.9y tu boca como vino generoso... que fluye suavemente para mi amado, deslizándose entre mis labios y mis dientes. Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.10Yo soy de mi amado y hacia mí tienden sus deseos. Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.11¡Ven, amado mío, salgamos al campo, pasemos la noche en las aldeas! I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.12Madrugaremos para ir a las viñas; veremos si la vid está en cierne, si se abrieron los brotes, si han florecido los granados. Allí te daré mi amor. Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.13Ya despiden su fragancia las mandrágoras; junto a nuestras puertas hay toda clase de frutas exquisitas; las nuevas y las pasadas he guardado, amado mío, para ti. Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you. The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.