¹I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

¹Ja som ružou Sárona, ľaliou údolí.

²As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

²Jako ľalia medzi tŕnim, tak moja priateľka medzi dcérami.

³As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

³Jako jabloň medzi stromami lesa, tak môj milý medzi synmi. Žiadala som si sedieť v jeho tôni a sedím, a jeho ovocie je sladké môjmu ďasnu.

⁴He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

⁴Voviedol ma do domu vína, a jeho vlajkou nado mnou je láska.

⁵Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

⁵Občerstvite ma hrudami hrozna, posilnite ma jablkami, lebo som nemocná od lásky.

⁶His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

⁶Jeho ľavica pod mojou hlavou, a jeho pravica ma objíma.

⁷I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁷Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema, na srny alebo jelenice poľa, aby ste neprebudily ani nebudily mojej lásky, dokiaľ by sama nechcela.

⁸The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁸Hlas môjho milého! Hľa, tu ide! Skáče po vrchoch, poskakuje po kopcoch.

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

⁹Môj milý je podobný srne alebo mladému jeleňu. Hľa, tu stojí za našou stenou; nazerá cez obloky; díva sa cez mrežu.

¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁰Môj milý sa ozval a povedal mi: Nože vstaň, moja priateľko, moja krásna, a poď!

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹¹Lebo hľa, zima pominula, pŕška prešla, už prešla.

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

¹²Kvety sa ukazujú po zemi, prišiel čas spevu, a hlas hrdličky čuť v našej zemi.

¹³The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹³Fík už do červena farbí svoje holičky, a viniče samý kvet, vydávajú vôňu. Nože tedy povstaň, moja priateľko, moja krásna, a poď!

¹⁴O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁴Moja holubico v rozsadlinách skaly, v skrýši príkreho svahu, ukáž mi svoju tvár; daj nech počujem tvoj hlas! Lebo tvoj hlas je sladký a tvoja tvár krásna.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁵Pochytajte nám líšky, maličké líšky, ktoré kazia vinice, a naše vinice sú v kvete.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁶Môj milý je môj, a ja som jeho, toho, ktorý pasie medzi ľaliami,

¹⁷Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁷dokiaľ nezavanie a neschladí sa deň, a neutečú tiene. Obídi, buďže podobný, môj milý, srne alebo mladému jeleňu na vrchoch Bétera.