Parallel Bible results for "song of solomon 5:1-7"

Cantares 5:1-7

Sagradas Escrituras (1569) (Español) SEV

1 Yo vine a mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía; he cogido mi mirra y mis aromas; he comido mi panal y mi miel, mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; bebed, amados, y embriagaos.

2 Yo duermo, pero mi corazón vela <I>por</I> la voz de mi amado que toca <I>a la puerta</I> : Abreme, hermana mía, compañera mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; porque mi cabeza <I>está</I> llena de rocío, mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.

3 <I>Me</I> he desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?

4 Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.

5 Yo me levanté para abrir a mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que corría sobre las aldabas del candado.

6 Abrí yo a mi amado; mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado; y tras su hablar salió mi alma: lo busqué, y no lo hallé; lo llamé, y no me respondió.

7 Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudad; me golpearon, me hirieron, me quitaron mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.

New International Version NIV

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love.

2 I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?

4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.

5 I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure.I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.

7 The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!