Sng Song of Solomon, chapter Song of Solomon, chapter 5
I sleep, but my heart wakes: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocks, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.Sng 2:10
Cântico dos Cânticos 5:2 em diferentes traduções
Inglês
KJV (66 books)
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
ASV
I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
BSB
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! 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.”
DRA
I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
FBV
Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
GNV
I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
JPS
I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.'
LSV
I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, || My dove, my perfect one, || For my head is filled [with] dew, || My locks [with] drops of the night.”
NASB
¶“I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the dew drops of the night.’ NASB 2020
NIV (US)
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.”
OJB
I sleep, but my lev waketh: it is the voice of dodi (my beloved) that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my yonah (dove) tammati (my undefiled, my perfect one); for my head is filled with tal (dew), and my hair with the drops of the lailah.
T4T
I was partially asleep, but my mind was still awake. Then I heard the one who loves me knocking at the door. He said, “My darling, you who are dearer to me than my sister, my dear friend, my perfect one, my dove [MET], open the door for me! My hair is wet from the dew, from the mist that has fallen during the night.”
WEB (US)
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Português
BLT
Embora eu estivesse dormindo, minha mente estava inquieta. Ouvi o meu amado batendo à porta e chamar: “Por favor, abra para mim, minha irmã, minha querida, minha pomba, meu perfeito amor. Minha cabeça está molhada de orvalho, meus cabelos, úmidos com o sereno da noite.”
NBV-P
Certa noite, eu estava quase dormindo, mas meu coração velava como num sonho. Escutem! É a voz do meu amado; ele está batendo à porta do meu quarto. Minha irmã, abra a porta para mim. Abra, meu amor, minha pomba perfeita, porque andei toda a noite, e a minha cabeça está molhada de sereno, e os meus cabelos estão úmidos de orvalho.
VFL
Eu durmo, mas o meu coração vigia. Ouça, meu amado está chamando: “Abra a porta, amada e companheira minha, minha pomba, minha amada perfeita. Abra a porta, que a minha cabeça está coberta de orvalho e a chuva da noite tem molhado o meu cabelo”.