1 “ O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed from my mother’s breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would hate me.

OH quién te me diese como hermano Que mamó los pechos de mi madre; De modo que te halle yo fuera, y te bese, Y no me menosprecien!

2 I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, who used to teach me. I would give you wine with spices to drink, made from my pomegranates.

Yo te llevaría, te metiera en casa de mi madre: Tú me enseñarías, Y yo te hiciera beber vino Adobado del mosto de mis granadas.

3 L et his left hand be under my head, and his right hand hold me close.” King Solomon

Su izquierda esté debajo de mi cabeza, Y su derecha me abrace.

4 “ I tell you, O daughters of Jerusalem. You must not wake up my love, until it is pleasing to her.” The Sixth Song Women of Jerusalem

Conjúroos, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, Que no despertéis, ni hagáis velar al amor, Hasta que quiera.

5 “ Who is this coming up from the desert, resting on her loved one?” The Woman “I woke you up under the fruit tree. There your mother suffered and gave birth to you.

¿Quién es ésta que sube del desierto, Recostada sobre su amado? Debajo de un manzano te desperté: Allí tuvo tu madre dolores, Allí tuvo dolores la que te parió.

6 P ut me over your heart and on your arm, never to be taken off. For love is as strong as death. Jealousy is as hard as the grave. Its bright light is like the light of fire, the very fire of the Lord.

Ponme como un sello sobre tu corazón, como una marca sobre tu brazo: Porque fuerte es como la muerte el amor; Duro como el sepulcro el celo: Sus brasas, brasas de fuego, Fuerte llama.

7 M any waters cannot put out love. Rivers cannot cover it. If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, it would all be hated.” The Woman’s Brothers

Las muchas aguas no podrán apagar el amor, Ni lo ahogarán los ríos. Si diese el hombre toda la hacienda de su casa por este amor, De cierto lo menospreciaran.

8 “ We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What should we do for our sister on the day when she is promised in marriage?

Tenemos una pequeña hermana, Que no tiene pechos: ¿Qué haremos á nuestra hermana Cuando de ella se hablare?

9 I f she is a wall, we should build on her a tower of silver. But if she is a door, we should cover her with strong pieces of cedar wood.” The Woman

Si ella es muro, Edificaremos sobre él un palacio de plata: Y si fuere puerta, La guarneceremos con tablas de cedro.

10 “ I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who finds peace.” The Woman’s Brothers

Yo soy muro, y mis pechos como torres, Desde que fuí en sus ojos como la que halla paz.

11 “ Solomon has a grape-field at Baal-hamon. He put the grape-field into the care of certain men. Each one was to bring 1, 000 pieces of silver for its fruit.

Salomón tuvo una viña en Baal-hamón, La cual entregó á guardas, Cada uno de los cuales debía traer mil monedas de plata por su fruto.

12 M y own grape-field is for myself. The 1, 000 pieces of silver are for you, Solomon. And 200 are for those who take care of its fruit.”

Mi viña, que es mía, está delante de mí: Las mil serán tuyas, oh Salomón, Y doscientas, de los que guardan su fruto.

13 “ O you who sit in the gardens, my friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it.” The Woman

Oh tú la que moras en los huertos, Los compañeros escuchan tu voz: Házmela oir.

14 “ Hurry, my love. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.”

Huye, amado mío; Y sé semejante al gamo, ó al cervatillo, Sobre las montañas de los aromas.