Song of Solomon 7
1 You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).
Qué bonitos son tus pies con sandalias, princesa! Tus muslos curvados son como adornos hechos por un maestro artesano.
2 Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.
Tu ombligo es como un cuenco redondo; que nunca le falta vino aromático! Tu abdomen es como un montón de trigo rodeado de lirios.
3 Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).
Tus pechos son como dos cervatillos, gemelos de una gacela.
4 Your neck is like [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.
Tu cuello es elegante como una torre de marfil. Tus ojos brillan como los estanques de Hesbón junto a la puerta de Bathrabbin. Tu nariz es hermosa, prominente como la torre del Líbano que da a Damasco.
5 Your head is [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.
Tu cabeza es tan magnífica como el monte Carmelo; tu pelo negro tiene un brillo púrpura, como si un rey ¡se quedó cautivo en tus cerraduras!
6 You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.
¡Qué hermosa eres, amor mío, qué atractivos son tus encantos!
7 You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.
Eres alta y esbelta como una palmera; tus pechos son como sus racimos de frutos.
8 I said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples
Me digo: “Subiré a la palmera y me apoderaré de los frutos”. Que tus pechos sean como racimos de uvas en la vid, y tu aliento tenga el aroma de las manzanas.
9 and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.
Que tus besos sean como el mejor vino, bajando suavemente, deslizándose sobre los labios y los dientes.
10 I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.
Mi amor es mío, y yo soy la que él desea.
11 You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).
Ven, amor mío, salgamos al campo y pasemos la noche entre las flores de henna.
12 And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make love to you.
Vayamos temprano a los viñedos y veamos si las vides han brotado y están en flor, y si los granados están floreciendo. Allí te daré mi amor.
13 The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.
Las mandrágoras desprenden su fragante aroma; estamos rodeados por toda clase de delicias, tanto nuevas como antiguas, que he guardado para ti, mi amor.
