Cantares 5
Schlachter-Bibel 1951
1Ich komme zu meinem Garten, meine Schwester, meine Braut; ich pflücke meine Myrrhe samt meinem Balsam; ich esse meine Wabe samt meinem Honig, ich trinke meinen Wein samt meiner Milch. Esset, meine Freunde, trinkt und werdet trunken, ihr Geliebten!
2Ich schlafe, aber mein Herz wacht. Da ist die Stimme meines Freundes, der anklopft! «Tue mir auf, meine Schwester, meine Freundin, meine Taube, meine Makellose; denn mein Haupt ist voll Tau, meine Locken voll nächtlicher Tropfen!»
3«Ich habe mein Kleid ausgezogen, wie soll ich es anziehen? Ich habe meine Füße gewaschen, wie soll ich sie besudeln?»
4Aber mein Freund streckte seine Hand durch die Luke; da geriet mein Herz in Wallung seinetwegen.
5Ich stand auf, meinem Freunde zu öffnen, während meine Hände von Myrrhen troffen und meine Finger von feinster Myrrhe auf die Griffe des Riegels.
6Ich tat meinem Freunde auf; aber mein Freund war verschwunden, vorbeigegangen. Meine Seele ging hinaus, auf sein Wort; ich suchte ihn, aber ich fand ihn nicht; ich rief ihm, aber er antwortete mir nicht.
7Es fanden mich die Wächter, welche die Runde machen in der Stadt; die schlugen mich wund, nahmen mir den Schleier weg, die Wächter auf der Mauer.
8Ich beschwöre euch, ihr Töchter Jerusalems, wenn ihr meinen Freund findet, was wollt ihr ihm melden? Daß ich krank bin vor Liebe!
9Was ist dein Freund vor andern Freunden, o du Schönste unter den Weibern? Was ist dein Freund vor andern Freunden, daß du uns also beschwörst?
10Mein Freund ist weiß und rot, hervorragend unter Zehntausenden!
11Sein Haupt ist reines Gold, seine Locken sind wallend, rabenschwarz.
12Seine Augen sind wie Tauben an Wasserbächen, sich badend in Milch, sitzend in einem vollen Gesicht.
13Seine Wangen sind wie Balsambeete, in denen würzige Pflanzen wachsen; seine Lippen wie Lilien, aus denen feinste Myrrhe fließt.
14Seine Arme sind goldene Walzen, mit Tarsisstein besetzt; sein Leib ein Kunstwerk von Elfenbein, mit Saphiren übersät.
15Seine Schenkel sind Marmorsäulen, gegründet auf goldene Sockel; seine Gestalt wie der Libanon, auserlesen wie Zedern.
16Sein Gaumen ist süß, und er selbst lauter Lieblichkeit. So ist mein Geliebter, und so ist mein Freund, ihr Töchter Jerusalems!
Reina-Valera 1909
1YO vine á mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía: cogido he mi mirra y mis aromas; he comido mi panal y mi miel, mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; bebed, amados, y embriagaos.
2Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: la voz de mi amado que llamaba: Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.
3Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
4Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.
5Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que corría sobre las aldabas del candado.
6Abrí yo á mi amado; mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado: y tras su hablar salió mi alma: busquélo, y no lo hallé; llamélo, y no me respondió.
7Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.
8Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, que le hagáis saber como de amor estoy enferma.
9¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿qué es tu amado más que otro amado, que así nos conjuras?
10Mi amado es blanco y rubio, señalado entre diez mil.
11Su cabeza, como oro finísimo; sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.
12Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche, y á la perfección colocados.
13Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.
14Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.
15Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.
16Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, oh doncellas de Jerusalem.
King James Version
1I 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.
2I 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.
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5I 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.
6I 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.
7The 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.
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9What 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?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
World English Bible
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
2I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
7The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
9How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.