¹Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

¹'Kuhu su kallim on läinud, sa ilusaim naistest? Kuhu su kallim põikas, et koos sinuga teda otsida?'

²My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

²'Mu kallim läks alla oma rohuaeda, palsamipeenarde juurde, rohuaedadesse karja hoidma ja lillekesi noppima.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

³Mina kuulun oma kallimale ja mu kallim on minu, tema, kes lillekeste keskel karja hoiab.'

⁴Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁴'Sa oled ilus nagu Tirsa, mu kullake, kaunis nagu Jeruusalemm, kardetav nagu väehulk lippudega.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

⁵Pööra oma silmad ära mu pealt, sest need teevad mind rahutuks! Su juuksed on nagu kitsekari, kes laskub Gileadilt.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

⁶Su hambad on nagu kari emalambaid, kes pesemiselt tulevad; neil kõigil on kaksikud ja ükski neist pole soota.

⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

⁷Otsekui granaatõuna lõiked on su oimud su loori taga.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

⁸Kuuskümmend on kuningannasid, kaheksakümmend on liignaisi ja neitseid on arvutult.

⁹My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

⁹Aga üksainus on mu tuvike, mu süütuke, oma ema ainus, oma sünnitaja lemmik. Tüdrukud näevad teda ja kiidavad õndsaks, ka kuningannad ja liignaised, ja nad ülistavad teda:

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

¹⁰'Kes see on, kes koiduna alla vaatab, ilus nagu täiskuu, selge nagu päike, kardetav nagu väehulk lippudega?''

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, [And] the pomegranates were in flower.

¹¹'Ma läksin alla pähkliaeda vaatama pungi orus, vaatama, kas viinapuu on pakatanud, kas granaatõunapuud õitsevad.

¹²Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.

¹²Ma ei teadnud, et mu hing pani mind Ammi-Nadibi vankritele.'

¹³Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?