¹Kamo je otišao dragi tvoj, o najljepša među ženama? Kuda je zamakao dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom?

¹Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

²Dragi je moj sišao u svoj vrt k lijehama mirisnog bilja da pase po vrtovima i da bere ljiljane.

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

³Ja pripadam dragome svome, dragi moj pripada meni, on pase među ljiljanima.

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

⁴Lijepa si, prijateljice moja, kao Tirsa, krasna si kao Jeruzalem, strašna kao vojska pod zastavama.

⁴Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

⁵Odvrati oči svoje od mene jer me zbunjuju. Kosa je tvoja kao stado koza koje silaze s Gileada.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

⁶Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca ostriženih kada s kupanja dolaze: idu dvije i dvije kao blizanke i nijedna nije osamljena.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

⁷Kao kriške mogranja tvoji su obrazi pod koprenom tvojom.

⁷As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

⁸Ima šezdeset kraljica, osamdeset inoča, a djevojaka ni broja se ne zna.

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

⁹Ali je samo jedna golubica moja, savršena moja, jedina u majke, izabrana u roditeljke svoje. Vidjele su je djevojke i nazvale je blaženom, a kraljice i inoče hvale su joj izrekle.

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

¹⁰Tko je ova koja dolazi kao što zora sviće, lijepa kao mjesec, sjajna kao sunce, strašna kao vojska pod zastavama?

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

¹¹Siđoh kroz nasade oraha da vidim mladice u dolinama, da pogledam pupaju li vinogradi, cvatu li mogranji.

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

¹²Ne znam kako, tek želja moja pope me na kola naroda mog kneževskog.

¹²Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.