Cânticos 1— comparação

1O Cântico dos cânticos, que é de Salomão.

2Que ele me beije com os beijos de sua boca;

3Seus óleos têm uma fragrância agradável.

4Leve-me com você.

5Sou morena, mas formosa,

6Não fiquem me olhando por eu ser morena,

7Diga-me, você a quem a minha alma ama,

8Se você não sabe, ó mais bela entre as mulheres,

9Eu a comparei, meu amor,

10Suas faces são belas com brincos,

11Faremos para você brincos de ouro,

12Enquanto o rei estava sentado à sua mesa,

13Meu amado é para mim um saquitel de mirra,

14Meu amado é para mim um cacho de flores de hena

15Eis que, você é linda, meu amor.

16Eis que você é lindo, meu amado, sim, agradável;

17As vigas da nossa casa são de cedro.

1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.

3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.

4Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.

5I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.

6Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

8If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

9I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels. Friends

11We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved

12While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

15Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves. Beloved

16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover

17The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.