1 Dziesmu dziesma, kas Sālamanam.
Līgava
2 “Lai viņš mani skūpsta
savas mutes skūpstiem,
jo tava mīla
par vīnu gardāka,
3 jaukāka par tavas eļļas dvesmu.
Tavs vārds
ir kā izlieta eļļa –
tādēļ jaunavas tevi mīl.
4 Velc mani sev līdzi –
mēs skriesim;
valdnieks ved mani
savos mājokļos!”
Koris
“Līksmosim,
priecāsimies ar tevi,
daudzināsim tavu mīlu
vairāk nekā vīnu –
pelnīti tevi mīl.”
Līgava
5 “Es melna un daiļa,
Jeruzālemes meitas,
kā Kēdera teltis,
kā Sālamana aizkari.
6 Nebrīnieties,
ka es melnīgsnēja,
jo saule mani apdedzinājusi.
Manas mātes dēli
apskaitušies uz mani,
viņi lika man sargāt
vīnadārzus –
savu vīnadārzu
es nenosargāju.
7 Teic man, tu,
ko mana dvēsele mīl:
kur tu gani?
Kur guldini avis diendusā?
Kādēļ man būt kā tām,
kas aizsegtas staigā
gar tavu biedru
ganāmpulkiem!”
Koris
8 “Ja tu to nezini,
visuskaistā starp sievām,
dodies pa avju pēdām
un gani savus kazlēnus
pie ganu mājokļiem.”
Līgavainis
9 “Manai ķēvei faraona ratos
es tevi pielīdzinu, draudzene mana.
10 Tavi vaigi ir skaisti rotās
un tavs kakls krellēs.”
Koris
11 “Zelta rotas mēs tev kalsim –
ar sudraba lāsumiem.”
Līgava
12 “Kamēr valdnieks sēž dzīru solā,
mana narde dod smaržu.
13 Mīļais man ir mirru pušķis,
kas dus starp manām krūtīm.
14 Mīļais man ir ciprešu ziedu ķekars
Ēn-Gedī vīnadārzos.”
Līgavainis
15 “Redzi, cik tu skaista, draudzene mana!
Redzi, cik tu skaista – tavas acis ir dūjas!”
Līgava
16 “Redzi, cik tu skaists,
mīļais mans, un tīkams,
ak, mūsu guļvieta zaļo!
17 Mūsu nama sienas ir ciedri,
mūsu griesti ir cipreses.
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. 3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. 4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. 5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. 6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
8 ¶ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents. 9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. 10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels , thy neck with chains of gold . 11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 ¶ While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. 13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. 14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. 15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes. 16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. 17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
