¹I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

¹Prišiel som do svojej zahrady, moja sestro, nevesto, sbieram svoju myrrhu so svojou voninou, jem svoj plást so svojím medom; pijem svoje víno so svojím mliekom. Jedzte, priatelia, pite a napite sa hojne, milí!

²I 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.

²Ja spím, ale moje srdce bdeje. Hlas môjho milého! Klepe! Otvor mi, moja sestro, moja priateľko, moja holubico, moja bezvadná; lebo moja hlava je plná rosy, moje kadere kropají noci.

³I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

³Svliekla som svoju sukňu; jako ju zase oblečiem? Umyla som svoje nohy; jako ich zase zamažem?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁴Môj milý siahol svojou rukou cez oblôček dverí, a moje vnútornosti sa pohly nad ním.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁵Vstala som ja otvoriť svojmu milému, a moje ruky kvapkaly myrrhou a moje prsty tekutou myrrhou na rukoväti závory.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁶Otvorila som ja svojmu milému, ale môj milý sa už bol vzdialil, odišiel. Moja duša bola vyšla, keď prehovoril. Hľadala som ho, ale som ho nenašla; volala som ho, ale sa mi neozval.

⁷The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁷Našli ma strážcovia, ktorí obchádzajú po meste, zbili ma, ranili ma; vzali môj plášť so mňa tí, ktorí strážia múry.

⁸I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁸Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema, ak najdete môjho milého, čo mu poviete? Že som nemocná od lásky.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

⁹Čo má tvoj milý nad milého, ty najkrásnejšia medzi ženami? Čo má tvoj milý nad iného milého, že nás tak zaväzuješ prísahou?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹⁰Môj milý je biely a rumenný, výtečný nad iných desať tisíc.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹¹Jeho hlava rýdze zlato; jeho kadere vlnisté, čierne jako havran;

¹²His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

¹²jeho oči jako holubice nad tokmi vody, umyté v mlieku; sedia ako vrúbené drahokamy;

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

¹³jeho líca jako záhony vonín, vyvýšené hriadky voňavých bylín; jeho rty ľalie, prýštiace tekutú myrrhu;

¹⁴His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁴jeho ruky obliny zlata, vysádzané taršíšom; jeho telo umelecké dielo zo slonovej kosti, obložené zafírami;

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁵jeho nohy mramorové stĺpy, postavené na podstavcoch z čistého zlata; jeho vzozrenie ako Libanon, výborné jako cedry;

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁶jeho ústa presladké, a celý je prežiadúcny. To je môj milý a to môj priateľ, dcéry Jeruzalema!