¹Saalomoni ilusaim laul.

¹The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

²'Jooda mind oma suu suudlustega, sest sinu armastus on parem kui vein!

²Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

³Su õlide lõhn on magus, võideõli on su nimi - seepärast armastavad sind neitsid.

³Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.

⁴Tõmba mind kaasa, tõttame! Vii mind, kuningas, oma kambritesse! Hõisakem ja tundkem sinust rõõmu, ülistagem sinu armastust enam kui veini! Õigusega armastatakse sind!

⁴Draw me, we will run after thee! -- The king hath brought me into his chambers -- We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.

⁵Jeruusalemma tütred! Mina olen tõmmu, ometi nägus, otsekui Keedari telgid, otsekui Saalomoni telgiriided.

⁵I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Ärge vaadake mind, et ma olen nii tõmmu, et päike mind on pruunistanud! Mu ema pojad turtsusid mu vastu, mind pandi viinamägede vahiks - aga omaenese viinamäge pole ma saanud valvata.

⁶Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷Ütle mulle, sina, keda mu hing armastab: Kus sa karja hoiad, kus sa seda lõunaajal lased lebada? Sest miks peaksin minema nagu looritatu su sõprade karjade juurde?'

⁷Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸'Kui sa seda ei tea, sa ilusaim naistest, siis mine lammaste jälgi mööda ja karjata oma kitsetallekesi karjaste telkide juures!

⁸If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

⁹Ma võrdlen sind, mu kullake, vaarao vankrihobusega.

⁹I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰Kaunid on su põsed palmikuis, kael merikarbikeedes.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

¹¹Me teeme sulle kuldehted, hõbedaga tipitud.'

¹¹We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

¹²'Niikaua kui kuningas on lauas, lõhnab mu nardiõli.

¹²While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

¹³Mu kallim on mulle mürrikimbukeseks, mis lebab mu rindade vahel.

¹³A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

¹⁴Mu kallim on mulle hennapõõsa õisikuks Een-Gedi viinamägedelt.'

¹⁴My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.

¹⁵'Vaata, sa oled ilus, mu kullake, vaata, sa oled ilus! Su silmad on tuvid.'

¹⁵Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

¹⁶'Vaata, sa oled ilus, mu kallim, tõesti hurmav! Haljas on isegi meie säng:

¹⁶Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.

¹⁷meie koja seinteks on seedrid, meie sarikaiks küpressid.'

¹⁷The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.