¹'Vaata, sa oled ilus, mu kullake, vaata, sa oled ilus! Su silmad su loori taga on tuvid. Su juuksed on nagu kitsekari, kes laskub Gileadi mäelt.

¹Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.

²Su hambad on nagu kari pügatud lambaid, kes pesemiselt tulevad: neil kõigil on kaksikud ja ükski neist pole soota.

²Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

³Su huuled on nagu punane pael ja su kõne on armas. Otsekui granaatõuna lõiked on su oimud su loori taga.

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

⁴Su kael on nagu Taaveti torn, mis kivikihtidena on ehitatud; tuhat kilpi ripub selle küljes, need kõik on kangelaste kilbid.

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.

⁵Su kaks rinda on nagu kaks vasikakest, gaselli kaksikut, kes söövad liiliate keskel.

⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

⁶Kuni tuul kuulutab päeva ja varjud põgenevad, tahan ma minna mürrimäele ja viirukikünkale.

⁶Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

⁷Sa oled täiuslikult ilus, mu kullake, ja sul pole ühtegi viga!

⁷Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

⁸Tule minuga Liibanonilt, pruut, tule minuga Liibanonilt! Astu alla Amana tipust, Seniiri ja Hermoni tipust, lõvide koobastest, pantrite mägedelt!

⁸[Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, -- Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

⁹Sa oled pannud mu südame põksuma, mu õeke, mu pruut! Oled pannud mu südame põksuma ainsa pilguga silmist, ainsa lüliga oma kaelakeest.

⁹Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰Ah, kui magus on su armastus, mu õeke, mu pruut! Su armastus on parem kui vein, kõigist palsameist parem on su õlide lõhn!

¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!

¹¹Su huuled tilguvad kärjemett, mu pruut, sul on keele all mesi ja piim, ja su riiete lõhn on otsekui Liibanoni lõhn!

¹¹Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²Suletud rohuaed on mu õeke, mu pruut! Suletud rohuaed, pitseriga kinni pandud allikas.

¹²A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³Su väänded on granaatõunapuude aed valitud viljaga, hennapõõsaste ja nardidega -

¹³Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;

¹⁴nard ja safran, kalmus ja kaneel koos igasugu viirukipuudega, mürr ja aaloe koos kõige paremate palsamitega.

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵Rohuaedade allikas on elava vee kaev, mis Liibanonilt voolab.'

¹⁵A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.

¹⁶'Ärka, põhjatuul, ja tule, lõunatuul! Puhu läbi mu rohuaia, et selle palsamilõhnad hoovaksid! Mu kallim tulgu oma rohuaeda ja söögu selle valitud vilja.'

¹⁶Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.