¹Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,

¹'Ah, oleksid sa mu vend, kes on imenud mu ema rinda! Siis kohates sind õues ma suudleksin sind ja keegi ei paneks mulle pahaks.

²I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother`s house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

²Ma saadaksin sind, viiksin su oma ema kotta. Tema õpetaks mind. Ma annaksin sulle juua vürtsitatud veini, oma granaatõunte mahla.

³His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

³Tema vasak käsi on mu pea all ja tema parem käsi kaisutab mind.

⁴I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

⁴Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred: miks eksitate ja äratate armastust, enne kui see ise tahab?'

⁵Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.

⁵'Kes see on, kes kõrbest üles tuleb, nõjatudes oma armastatule?' 'Õunapuu all äratasin ma sinu, seal, kus su ema tõi su valuga ilmale, kus su valuga ilmale tõi su sünnitaja.

⁶Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!

⁶Pane mind pitseriks oma südamele, pitseriks oma käsivarrele! Sest armastus on tugev nagu surm, armukadedus julm nagu surmavald. Selle lõõsk on tulelõõsk, selle leegid Issanda leegid.

⁷Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.

⁷Armastust ei suuda kustutada suured veed ega uputada jõed. Kui keegi annaks armastuse eest kõik oma koja vara, oleks ta tõesti naeruväärne!'

⁸We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

⁸'Meil on väike õde ja tal ei ole rindu. Mida peaksime tegema oma õe heaks, siis kui temast juttu tuleb?'

⁹If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

⁹'Kui ta on müür, ehitame selle peale hõbesakme; aga kui ta on uks, suleme selle seedrilauaga.'

¹⁰I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

¹⁰'Mina olen müür, ja mu rinnad on nagu tornid - seepärast ma sain ta silmis otse rahutoojaks.'

¹¹Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;

¹¹'Saalomonil oli viinamägi Baal-Haamonis; selle viinamäe andis ta vahtide hooleks. Igaüks oleks selle viljaga teeninud tuhat hõbeseeklit.

¹²My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

¹²Minu viinamägi, mulle kuuluv, on siin mu ees. See tuhat jäägu sulle, Saalomon, ja veel kakssada viljavahtidele.'

¹³The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

¹³'Sina, rohuaedade elanik, sõbrad kuulevad su häält: luba ka mind seda kuulda!'

¹⁴Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!

¹⁴'Rutta, mu kallim, ja ole nagu gasell või noor hirv palsamimägedel!'