¹Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

¹'Vaata, sa oled ilus, mu kullake, vaata, sa oled ilus! Su silmad su loori taga on tuvid. Su juuksed on nagu kitsekari, kes laskub Gileadi mäelt.

²Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

²Su hambad on nagu kari pügatud lambaid, kes pesemiselt tulevad: neil kõigil on kaksikud ja ükski neist pole soota.

³As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil,

³Su huuled on nagu punane pael ja su kõne on armas. Otsekui granaatõuna lõiked on su oimud su loori taga.

⁴As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

⁴Su kael on nagu Taaveti torn, mis kivikihtidena on ehitatud; tuhat kilpi ripub selle küljes, need kõik on kangelaste kilbid.

⁵Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

⁵Su kaks rinda on nagu kaks vasikakest, gaselli kaksikut, kes söövad liiliate keskel.

⁶Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

⁶Kuni tuul kuulutab päeva ja varjud põgenevad, tahan ma minna mürrimäele ja viirukikünkale.

⁷Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

⁷Sa oled täiuslikult ilus, mu kullake, ja sul pole ühtegi viga!

⁸Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

⁸Tule minuga Liibanonilt, pruut, tule minuga Liibanonilt! Astu alla Amana tipust, Seniiri ja Hermoni tipust, lõvide koobastest, pantrite mägedelt!

⁹Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

⁹Sa oled pannud mu südame põksuma, mu õeke, mu pruut! Oled pannud mu südame põksuma ainsa pilguga silmist, ainsa lüliga oma kaelakeest.

¹⁰How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

¹⁰Ah, kui magus on su armastus, mu õeke, mu pruut! Su armastus on parem kui vein, kõigist palsameist parem on su õlide lõhn!

¹¹Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹¹Su huuled tilguvad kärjemett, mu pruut, sul on keele all mesi ja piim, ja su riiete lõhn on otsekui Liibanoni lõhn!

¹²A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up — a fountain sealed.

¹²Suletud rohuaed on mu õeke, mu pruut! Suletud rohuaed, pitseriga kinni pandud allikas.

¹³Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

¹³Su väänded on granaatõunapuude aed valitud viljaga, hennapõõsaste ja nardidega -

¹⁴Cypresses with nard — nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

¹⁴nard ja safran, kalmus ja kaneel koos igasugu viirukipuudega, mürr ja aaloe koos kõige paremate palsamitega.

¹⁵A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

¹⁵Rohuaedade allikas on elava vee kaev, mis Liibanonilt voolab.'

¹⁶Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

¹⁶'Ärka, põhjatuul, ja tule, lõunatuul! Puhu läbi mu rohuaia, et selle palsamilõhnad hoovaksid! Mu kallim tulgu oma rohuaeda ja söögu selle valitud vilja.'