¹I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

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 was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the 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 garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall 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 put in his hand by the hole [of the door], And my heart was moved for him.

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

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

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⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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 that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

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

⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from 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 more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so adjure 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 white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

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

¹¹His head is [as] the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven.

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

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, [and] fitly set.

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

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, [As] banks of sweet herbs: His lips are [as] lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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

¹⁴His hands are [as] rings of gold set with beryl: His body is [as] ivory work overlaid [with] sapphires.

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

¹⁵His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

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

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is 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.'