¹'Ah, oleksid sa mu vend, kes on imenud mu ema rinda! Siis kohates sind õues ma suudleksin sind ja keegi ei paneks mulle pahaks.

¹Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.

²Ma saadaksin sind, viiksin su oma ema kotta. Tema õpetaks mind. Ma annaksin sulle juua vürtsitatud veini, oma granaatõunte mahla.

²I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

³Tema vasak käsi on mu pea all ja tema parem käsi kaisutab mind.

³His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.

⁴Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred: miks eksitate ja äratate armastust, enne kui see ise tahab?'

⁴I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?

⁵'Kes see on, kes kõrbest üles tuleb, nõjatudes oma armastatule?' 'Õunapuu all äratasin ma sinu, seal, kus su ema tõi su valuga ilmale, kus su valuga ilmale tõi su sünnitaja.

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.

⁶Pane mind pitseriks oma südamele, pitseriks oma käsivarrele! Sest armastus on tugev nagu surm, armukadedus julm nagu surmavald. Selle lõõsk on tulelõõsk, selle leegid Issanda leegid.

⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah.

⁷Armastust ei suuda kustutada suured veed ega uputada jõed. Kui keegi annaks armastuse eest kõik oma koja vara, oleks ta tõesti naeruväärne!'

⁷Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

⁸'Meil on väike õde ja tal ei ole rindu. Mida peaksime tegema oma õe heaks, siis kui temast juttu tuleb?'

⁸We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? --

⁹'Kui ta on müür, ehitame selle peale hõbesakme; aga kui ta on uks, suleme selle seedrilauaga.'

⁹If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰'Mina olen müür, ja mu rinnad on nagu tornid - seepärast ma sain ta silmis otse rahutoojaks.'

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

¹¹'Saalomonil oli viinamägi Baal-Haamonis; selle viinamäe andis ta vahtide hooleks. Igaüks oleks selle viljaga teeninud tuhat hõbeseeklit.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.

¹²Minu viinamägi, mulle kuuluv, on siin mu ees. See tuhat jäägu sulle, Saalomon, ja veel kakssada viljavahtidele.'

¹²My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

¹³'Sina, rohuaedade elanik, sõbrad kuulevad su häält: luba ka mind seda kuulda!'

¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].

¹⁴'Rutta, mu kallim, ja ole nagu gasell või noor hirv palsamimägedel!'

¹⁴Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.