¹By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

¹'Ma otsisin öösiti oma voodis teda, keda mu hing armastab. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud.

²[I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

²Ma tõusen nüüd ja uitan linnas tänavail ja turgudel, otsin teda, keda mu hing armastab. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud.

³The watchmen that go about the city found me; [To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

³Vahid, kes uitavad linnas, leidsid minu. 'Kas olete näinud teda, keda mu hing armastab?'

⁴It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

⁴Vaevalt olin neist möödunud, kui ma leidsin tema, keda mu hing armastab. Ma hoidsin teda kinni ega lasknud lahti, kuni olin ta viinud oma ema kotta, selle kambrisse, kes mind oma ihus oli kandnud.

⁵I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

⁵Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred, gasellide või aasa hirvede juures: ärge eksitage ega äratage armastust, enne kui see ise tahab!'

⁶Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?

⁶'Mis see on, mis kõrbest üles tuleb suitsusammaste kujul, suitsutus mürrist ja viirukist, kaupmehe mitmesugustest vürtsidest?

⁷Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.

⁷Vaata, Saalomoni kandetool! Selle ümber on kuuskümmend kangelast Iisraeli kangelastest.

⁸They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.

⁸Nad kõik kannavad mõõka, nad on õpetatud sõdima; igaühel on oma mõõk puusal öiste hädaohtude pärast.

⁹King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.

⁹Kuningas Saalomon oli teinud enesele kandetooli Liibanoni puudest.

¹⁰He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁰Selle sambad olid tehtud hõbedast, seljatugi kullast, iste purpurist; selle sisemus oli armastusega sisustatud Jeruusalemma tütarde poolt.

¹¹Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.

¹¹Tulge välja ja vaadake, Siioni tütred, kuningas Saalomoni krooniga, millega ta ema teda on ehtinud ta pulmapäeval, ta südame rõõmupäeval.'