¹I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

¹'Ma tulen oma rohuaeda, mu õeke, mu pruut! Ma nopin oma mürri ja palsamit, ma söön oma kärgi ja mett, ma joon oma veini ja piima. Sööge, sõbrad, jooge, ja joobuge armastusest!'

²I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.`

²'Ma uinusin, aga mu süda oli ärkvel. Kuule! Mu kallim koputab: 'Ava mulle, mu õeke, mu kullake, mu tuvike, mu süütuke! Sest mu pea on täis kastet, täis ööpiisku mu kiharad.'

³I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

³Ma olen oma rüü seljast võtnud, kas peaksin jälle riietuma? Ma olen oma jalad pesnud, kas peaksin need jälle tolmuseks tegema?

⁴My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

⁴Siis mu kallim pistis oma käe läbi ava ja mu süda hakkas põksuma tema pärast.

⁵I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

⁵Ma tõusin, et oma kallimale avada. Mu käed tilgutasid mürri ja mu sõrmed sula mürri riivi õnarasse.

⁶I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew — he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

⁶Ma avasin oma kallimale, aga mu kallim oli pöördunud ja läinud. Ma jäin hingetuks tema rääkimise pärast. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud, hüüdsin teda, aga ta ei vastanud mulle.

⁷The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

⁷Vahid, kes uitavad linnas, leidsid mu, peksid mind, haavasid mind; nad võtsid minult hõlsti, need müüride vahid.

⁸I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved — What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!

⁸Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred: kui te leiate mu kallima, mida te siis temale ütlete? Et ma olen armastusest haige.'

⁹What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

⁹'Mispoolest on su kallim teistest parem, sa ilusaim naistest? Mispoolest on su kallim teistest parem, et sa meid nõnda vannutad?'

¹⁰My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

¹⁰'Minu kallim on priske ja jumekas, silmapaistvaim kümne tuhande hulgast!

¹¹His head [is] pure gold — fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

¹¹Tema pea on puhtaim kuld, tema datlipöörise sarnased kiharad on ronkmustad.

¹²His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

¹²Tema silmad on nagu tuvid veeojade ääres, piimas pestud, taradel istumas.

¹³His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

¹³Tema põsed on nagu palsamipeenar, vürtside laekad; tema huuled on liiliad, millelt nõrgub sula mürri.

¹⁴His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

¹⁴Tema käsivarred on kullakangid, täis krüsoliidikive; tema kõht on elevandiluukilp, safiiridega kaetud.

¹⁵His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

¹⁵Tema sääred on marmorsambad, asetatud puhtast kullast aluseile; tema on kujult Liibanoni sarnane, otsekui valitud seedrid.

¹⁶His mouth is sweetness — and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

¹⁶Tema suulagi on väga magus, ta on läbi ja läbi armas. Niisugune on minu kallim, jah, niisugune on minu sõber, Jeruusalemma tütred.'