1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.2 Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.3 What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?4 A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever.5 The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises.6 The wind blows to the south and goes around to the north; around and around goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns.7 All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams flow, there they flow again.8 All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.9 What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.10 Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”? It has been already in the ages before us.11 There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of later things yet to be among those who come after.12 I the Preacher have been king over Israel in Jerusalem.13 And I applied my heart to seek and to search out by wisdom all that is done under heaven. It is an unhappy business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with.14 I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.15 What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be counted.16 I said in my heart, “I have acquired great wisdom, surpassing all who were over Jerusalem before me, and my heart has had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.”17 And I applied my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also is but a striving after wind.18 For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
Song of Songs 1
1 El más bello cántico; de Salomón.2 Que me bese con besos de su boca. Son mejores que el vino tus amores,3 exquisito el olor de tus perfumes, tu nombre es aroma que se expande, por eso te aman las doncellas.4 Llévame contigo, ¡corramos! Condúceme, rey mío, a tus alcobas, para alegrarnos y gozar contigo, y gustar tus amores más que el vino. ¡Por algo se enamoran de ti!5 Soy morena, pero hermosa, muchachas de Jerusalén, como las tiendas de Quedar, como las carpas de Salem.6 No se fijen en mi color moreno, es que me ha tostado el sol. Mis hermanos se enojaron conmigo, y me pusieron a cuidar sus viñas. ¡Y mi propia viña la descuidé!7 Dime tú, amor de mi vida, dónde pastoreas el rebaño, dónde lo llevas a descansar al mediodía, para que no ande yo perdida tras los rebaños de tus compañeros.8 Si no lo sabes tú, la más bella de las mujeres, sigue las huellas del rebaño, y lleva a pastar tus cabritos junto a las cabañas de los pastores.9 Yo te comparo, amada mía, a la hermosa yegua de la carroza del faraón.10 ¡Qué hermosas se ven tus mejillas con esos aretes, y tu cuello con esos collares!11 Te haremos aretes de oro con adornos de plata.12 Mientras el rey está sentado en su sofá, mi nardo exhala su fragancia.13 Mi amado es para mí una bolsita de mirra cuando descansa entre mis pechos;14 mi amado es para mí un manojito de nardos de los jardines de Engadí.15 ¡Qué hermosa eres, amada mía, qué hermosa eres! ¡Palomas son tus ojos!16 ¡Qué hermoso eres, amado mío, qué encantador! Nuestro lecho es de flores;17 las vigas de nuestra casa son de cedro, nuestro techo, de ciprés.
