Song of Solomon 4:7,12

Em outras traduções

1. KJV King James Version

   7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

   12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. *4.12 inclosed: Heb. barred*4.12 shut up: Heb. barred

2. NIV New International Version

   7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling;

   there is no flaw in you.

   12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;

   you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

3. ESV English Standard Version

   7 *See ch. 1:15You are altogether beautiful, my love;

   there is no *ch. 5:2;[Eph. 5:27]flaw in you.

   12 A garden locked is my *[See ver. 9above] sister, my bride,

   a spring locked, *[Gen. 29:3;Dan. 6:17] a fountain *[Prov. 5:15]sealed.

4. NLT New Living Translation

   7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling,

   beautiful in every way.

   12 You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,

   a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.

5. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   7 *Song 1:15; Eph. 5:27You are all fair, my love,

   And thereis no spot in you.

   12 A garden enclosed

   Is my sister, my spouse,

   A spring shut up,

   A fountain sealed.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   7 You are absolutely beautiful,  * 4:7 Sg 1:15; Eph 5:27 my darling;

   there is no imperfection in you.

   12 My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden —

   a locked garden  * 4:12 Some Hb mss read locked fountain and a sealed spring.  * 4:12 1Kg 21:8; Est 8:10; Jb 9:7

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee. 12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

8. MSG The Message

   6,7 The sweet, fragrant curves of your body,

   the soft, spiced contours of your flesh

   Invite me, and I come. I stay

   until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.

   You’re beautiful from head to toe, my dear love,

   beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.

   8-15 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.

   Leave Lebanon behind, and come.

   Leave your high mountain hideaway.

   Abandon your wilderness seclusion,

   Where you keep company with lions

   and panthers guard your safety.

   You’ve captured my heart, dear friend.

   You looked at me, and I fell in love.

   One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!

   How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend—

   far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine,

   your fragrance more exotic than select spices.

   The kisses of your lips are honey, my love,

   every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor.

   Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors,

   the fresh scent of high mountains.

   Dear lover and friend, you’re a secret garden,

   a private and pure fountain.

   Body and soul, you are paradise,

   a whole orchard of succulent fruits—

   Ripe apricots and peaches,

   oranges and pears;

   Nut trees and cinnamon,

   and all scented woods;

   Mint and lavender,

   and all herbs aromatic;

   A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing,

   fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.