¹Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of 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 are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

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

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

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

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

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

⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

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

⁶Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

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

⁷Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

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

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

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

⁹Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart 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 fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of 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, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell 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, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

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

¹³Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

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

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

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

¹⁵[Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

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

¹⁶Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious 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.'