¹How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

¹Kako lepe so noge tvoje v opankah, o knežja hči! Pregibi tvojega bedra so kakor nakitne verižice, rok umetnikovih delo.

²Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

²Popek tvoj je kakor lepo okrogla čašica, v kateri ne manjka mešanega vina; život tvoj je kakor kup pšenice, z lilijami obtaknjen.

³Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

³Prsi tvoje so kakor dve srnici, dvojčeti gazelini.

⁴Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

⁴Vrat tvoj je podoben stolpu iz slonove kosti, oči tvoje so kakor ribniki v Hesbonu, pri vratih ljudnatega mesta; nos tvoj kakor libanonski stolp, ki gleda proti Damasku.

⁵Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

⁵Glava tvoja na tebi je podobna Karmelu, in lasje glave tvoje so kakor škrlat: kralj je v sponah kodrov tvojih.

⁶How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

⁶Kako si ti lepa in mila, o ljubav, med vsemi radostmi!

⁷This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

⁷Ta rast tvoja je podobna palmovemu drevesu in prsi tvoje grozdom.

⁸I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

⁸Dejal sem: Zlesti hočem na palmovo drevo in prijeti za njegove mladice; in naj mi bodo prsi tvoje kakor grozdje na vinski trti in tvojega diha vonj kakor jabolka

⁹And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

⁹in usta tvoja kakor najboljše vino... Ki mojemu ljubemu gladko teče, ki daje govor ustom spečih.

¹⁰I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

¹⁰Jaz sem ljubega svojega, in poželenje njegovo je po meni.

¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

¹¹Pridi, ljubi moj, pojdiva ven na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.

¹²Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

¹²Zgodaj vstaneva in pojdiva k vinogradom, poglejva, če dela vinska trta popke in če se njen cvet odpira in če cveto margaranove jablani: tam ti dam ljubezni svoje.Ljubezenska jabolčka vonjajo svoj vonj in nad našimi durmi je vsakršnega sadja, novega in starega, ki sem ga prihranila tebi, ljubi moj.

¹³The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

¹³Ljubezenska jabolčka vonjajo svoj vonj in nad našimi durmi je vsakršnega sadja, novega in starega, ki sem ga prihranila tebi, ljubi moj.