¹I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; 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, beloved ones!

¹Prišiel som do svojej zahrady, moja sestro, nevesto, sbieram svoju myrrhu so svojou voninou, jem svoj plást so svojím medom; pijem svoje víno so svojím mliekom. Jedzte, priatelia, pite a napite sa hojne, milí!

²I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

²Ja spím, ale moje srdce bdeje. Hlas môjho milého! Klepe! Otvor mi, moja sestro, moja priateľko, moja holubico, moja bezvadná; lebo moja hlava je plná rosy, moje kadere kropají noci.

³-- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --

³Svliekla som svoju sukňu; jako ju zase oblečiem? Umyla som svoje nohy; jako ich zase zamažem?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.

⁴Môj milý siahol svojou rukou cez oblôček dverí, a moje vnútornosti sa pohly nad ním.

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

⁵Vstala som ja otvoriť svojmu milému, a moje ruky kvapkaly myrrhou a moje prsty tekutou myrrhou na rukoväti závory.

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁶Otvorila som ja svojmu milému, ale môj milý sa už bol vzdialil, odišiel. Moja duša bola vyšla, keď prehovoril. Hľadala som ho, ale som ho nenašla; volala som ho, ale sa mi neozval.

⁷The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁷Našli ma strážcovia, ktorí obchádzajú po meste, zbili ma, ranili ma; vzali môj plášť so mňa tí, ktorí strážia múry.

⁸I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? -- That I am sick of love.

⁸Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema, ak najdete môjho milého, čo mu poviete? Že som nemocná od lásky.

⁹What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

⁹Čo má tvoj milý nad milého, ty najkrásnejšia medzi ženami? Čo má tvoj milý nad iného milého, že nás tak zaväzuješ prísahou?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹⁰Môj milý je biely a rumenný, výtečný nad iných desať tisíc.

¹¹His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

¹¹Jeho hlava rýdze zlato; jeho kadere vlnisté, čierne jako havran;

¹²His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

¹²jeho oči jako holubice nad tokmi vody, umyté v mlieku; sedia ako vrúbené drahokamy;

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

¹³jeho líca jako záhony vonín, vyvýšené hriadky voňavých bylín; jeho rty ľalie, prýštiace tekutú myrrhu;

¹⁴His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;

¹⁴jeho ruky obliny zlata, vysádzané taršíšom; jeho telo umelecké dielo zo slonovej kosti, obložené zafírami;

¹⁵His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;

¹⁵jeho nohy mramorové stĺpy, postavené na podstavcoch z čistého zlata; jeho vzozrenie ako Libanon, výborné jako cedry;

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁶jeho ústa presladké, a celý je prežiadúcny. To je môj milý a to môj priateľ, dcéry Jeruzalema!