Awit ni Solomon 4

1Narito, ikaw ay maganda, sinta ko; narito, ikaw ay maganda; ang iyong mga mata ay gaya ng mga kalapati sa likod ng iyong lambong: ang iyong buhok ay gaya ng kawan ng mga kambing, na nagpapahinga sa gulod ng bundok ng Galaad. 2Ang iyong mga ngipin ay gaya ng mga kawan ng mga tupa na bagong gupit, na nagsiahong mula sa pagpaligo, na bawa't isa'y may anak na kambal, at walang baog sa kanila. 3Ang iyong mga labi ay gaya ng pising mapula, at ang iyong bibig ay kahalihalina: ang iyong mga pisngi ay gaya ng putol ng granada. Sa likod ng iyong lambong. 4Ang iyong leeg ay gaya ng moog ni David na itinayo na pinaka sakbatan, na kinabibitinan ng libong kalasag, ng lahat na kalasag ng mga makapangyarihang lalake. 5Ang iyong dalawang suso ay gaya ng dalawang batang usa na mga kambal ng isang inahin, na nagsisisabsab sa gitna ng mga lila. 6Hanggang sa ang araw ay lumamig at ang mga lilim ay tumakas, ako'y paroroon sa bundok ng mira, at sa burol ng kamangyan. 7Ikaw ay totoong maganda, sinta ko; at walang kapintasan sa iyo. 8Sumama ka sa akin mula sa Libano, kasintahan ko, na kasama ko mula sa Libano: tumanaw ka mula sa taluktok ng Amana, mula sa taluktok ng Senir at ng Hermon, mula sa mga yungib ng mga leon, mula sa mga bundok ng mga leopardo. 9Inagaw mo ang aking puso, kapatid ko, kasintahan ko, iyong inagaw ang aking puso ng isang sulyap ng iyong mga mata, ng isang kuwintas ng iyong leeg. 10Pagkaganda ng iyong pagsinta, kapatid ko, kasintahan ko! Pagkaigi ng iyong pagsinta kay sa alak! At ang amoy ng iyong mga langis kay sa lahat na sari-saring pabango! 11Ang iyong mga labi, Oh kasintahan ko, na nagsisitulo na gaya ng pulot-pukyutan: pulot at gatas ay nasa ilalim ng iyong dila; at ang amoy ng iyong mga suot ay gaya ng amoy ng Libano. 12Halamanang nababakuran ang kapatid ko, ang kasintahan ko; bukal na nababakuran, balon na natatakpan. 13Ang iyong mga pananim ay halamanan ng mga granada, na may mahalagang mga bunga; albena sangpu ng mga pananim na nardo, 14Nardo at azafran, calamo at kanela, sangpu ng lahat na punong kahoy na kamangyan; mira at mga eloe, sangpu ng lahat na pinakamainam na especia. 15Ikaw ay bukal ng mga halamanan, balon ng mga buhay na tubig, at mga balong na tubig na mula sa Libano. 16Gumising ka, Oh hilagaang hangin; at parito ka, ikaw na timugan; humihip ka sa aking halamanan, upang ang mga bango niya'y sumalimuoy. Masok ang aking sinta sa kaniyang halamanan, at kumain siya ng kaniyang mahalagang mga bunga.

1Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. 2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. 3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. 5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. 6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. 7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards. 9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. 10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices! 11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants, 14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, 15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved 16Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

1Zie, gij zijt schoon, Mijn vriendin! zie, gij zijt schoon; uw ogen zijn duiven ogen tussen uw vlechten; uw haar is als een kudde geiten, die het gras van den berg Gileads afscheren. 2Uw tanden zijn als een kudde schapen, die geschoren zijn, die uit de wasstede opkomen; die al te zamen tweelingen voortbrengen, en geen onder hen is jongeloos. 3Uw lippen zijn als een scharlaken snoer, en uw spraak is liefelijk; de slaap uws hoofds is als een stuk van een granaatappel tussen uw vlechten. 4Uw hals is als Davids toren, die gebouwd is tot ophanging van wapentuig, waar duizend rondassen aan hangen, altemaal zijnde schilden der helden. 5Uw twee borsten zijn gelijk twee welpen, tweelingen van een ree, die onder de lelien weiden. 6Totdat de dag aankomt, en de schaduwen vlieden, zal Ik gaan tot den mirreberg, en tot den wierookheuvel. 7Geheel zijt gij schoon, Mijn vriendin, en er is geen gebrek aan u. 8Bij Mij van den Libanon af, o bruid! kom bij Mij van den Libanon af; zie van den top van Amana, van den top van Senir en van Hermon, van de woningen der leeuwinnen, van de bergen der luipaarden. 9Gij hebt Mij het hart genomen, Mijn zuster, o bruid! gij hebt Mij het hart genomen, met een van uw ogen, met een keten van uw hals. 10Hoe schoon is uw uitnemende liefde, Mijn zuster, o bruid! hoeveel beter is uw uitnemende liefde dan wijn, en de reuk uwer olien dan alle specerijen! 11Uw lippen, o bruid! druppen van honigzeem; honig en melk is onder uw tong, en de reuk uwer klederen is als de reuk van Libanon. 12Mijn zuster, o bruid! gij zijt een besloten hof, een besloten wel, een verzegelde fontein. 13Uw scheuten zijn een paradijs van granaatappelen, met edele vruchten, cyprus met nardus; 14Nardus en saffraan, kalmus en kaneel, met allerlei bomen van wierook, mirre en aloe, mitsgaders alle voornaamste specerijen. 15O fontein der hoven, put der levende wateren, die uit Libanon vloeien! 16Ontwaak, noordenwind! en kom, Gij zuidenwind! doorwaai mijn hof, dat zijn specerijen uitvloeien. O, dat mijn Liefste tot Zijn hof kwame, en ate zijn edele vruchten!