¹'Ma tulen oma rohuaeda, mu õeke, mu pruut! Ma nopin oma mürri ja palsamit, ma söön oma kärgi ja mett, ma joon oma veini ja piima. Sööge, sõbrad, jooge, ja joobuge armastusest!'

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!

²'Ma uinusin, aga mu süda oli ärkvel. Kuule! Mu kallim koputab: 'Ava mulle, mu õeke, mu kullake, mu tuvike, mu süütuke! Sest mu pea on täis kastet, täis ööpiisku mu kiharad.'

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.

³Ma olen oma rüü seljast võtnud, kas peaksin jälle riietuma? Ma olen oma jalad pesnud, kas peaksin need jälle tolmuseks tegema?

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

⁴Siis mu kallim pistis oma käe läbi ava ja mu süda hakkas põksuma tema pärast.

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

⁵Ma tõusin, et oma kallimale avada. Mu käed tilgutasid mürri ja mu sõrmed sula mürri riivi õnarasse.

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.

⁶Ma avasin oma kallimale, aga mu kallim oli pöördunud ja läinud. Ma jäin hingetuks tema rääkimise pärast. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud, hüüdsin teda, aga ta ei vastanud mulle.

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke.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.

⁷Vahid, kes uitavad linnas, leidsid mu, peksid mind, haavasid mind; nad võtsid minult hõlsti, need müüride vahid.

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.

⁸Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred: kui te leiate mu kallima, mida te siis temale ütlete? Et ma olen armastusest haige.'

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

⁹'Mispoolest on su kallim teistest parem, sa ilusaim naistest? Mispoolest on su kallim teistest parem, et sa meid nõnda vannutad?'

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?

¹⁰'Minu kallim on priske ja jumekas, silmapaistvaim kümne tuhande hulgast!

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

¹¹Tema pea on puhtaim kuld, tema datlipöörise sarnased kiharad on ronkmustad.

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

¹²Tema silmad on nagu tuvid veeojade ääres, piimas pestud, taradel istumas.

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

¹³Tema põsed on nagu palsamipeenar, vürtside laekad; tema huuled on liiliad, millelt nõrgub sula mürri.

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

¹⁴Tema käsivarred on kullakangid, täis krüsoliidikive; tema kõht on elevandiluukilp, safiiridega kaetud.

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

¹⁵Tema sääred on marmorsambad, asetatud puhtast kullast aluseile; tema on kujult Liibanoni sarnane, otsekui valitud seedrid.

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

¹⁶Tema suulagi on väga magus, ta on läbi ja läbi armas. Niisugune on minu kallim, jah, niisugune on minu sõber, Jeruusalemma tütred.'

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