¹Jeg er Sarons Rose, Dalenes Lilje

¹As a lily among the thorns,

²Som en Lilje midt iblandt Torne er min Veninde blandt Piger.

²So [is] my friend among the daughters!

³Som et Æbletræ blandt Skovens Træer er min Ven blandt unge Mænd. I hans Skygge har jeg Lyst til at sidde, hans Frugt er sød for min Gane.

³As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.

⁴Til en Vinhal bragte han mig, hvor Mærket over mig er Kærlighed.

⁴He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,

⁵Styrk mig med Rosinkager, kvæg mig med Æbler, thi jeg er syg af Kærlighed.

⁵Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.

⁶Hans venstre er under mit Hoved, hans højre tager mig i Favn.

⁶His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

⁷Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre, ved Gazeller og Markens Hjorte: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!

⁷I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁸Hør! Der er min Ven! Ja se, der kommer han i Løb over Bjergene, i Spring over Højene.

⁸The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹Min Ven er som en Gazel, han er som den unge Hjort. Se, nu står han alt bag vor Mur. Han ser gennem Vinduet, kigger gennem Gitteret.

⁹My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

¹⁰Min Ven stemmer i og siger så til mig: Stå op, min Veninde, du fagre, kom!

¹⁰My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

¹¹Thi nu er Vinteren omme, Regntiden svandt, for hen,

¹¹For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.

¹²Blomster ses i Landet, Sangens Tid er kommet, Turtelduens Kurren høres i vort Land;

¹²The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,

¹³Figentræets Småfrugter svulmer, Vinstokken blomstrer, udspreder Duft. Stå op, min Veninde, du fagre, kom,

¹³The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

¹⁴min Due i Fjeldets Kløfter, i Bjergvæggens Skjul! Lad mig skue din Skikkelse, høre din Røst, thi sød er din Røst og din Skikkelse yndig.

¹⁴My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.

¹⁵Fang os de Ræve, de Ræve små,som hærger Vinen, vor blomstrende Vin!

¹⁵Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

¹⁶Min Ven er min, og jeg er hans,som vogter blandt Liljer;

¹⁶My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

¹⁷til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, kom hid, min Ven, og vær som Gazellen, som den unge Hjort på duftende Bjerge!

¹⁷Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!