¹'Ma otsisin öösiti oma voodis teda, keda mu hing armastab. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud.

¹By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

²Ma tõusen nüüd ja uitan linnas tänavail ja turgudel, otsin teda, keda mu hing armastab. Ma otsisin teda, aga ei leidnud.

²I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

³Vahid, kes uitavad linnas, leidsid minu. 'Kas olete näinud teda, keda mu hing armastab?'

³The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

⁴Vaevalt olin neist möödunud, kui ma leidsin tema, keda mu hing armastab. Ma hoidsin teda kinni ega lasknud lahti, kuni olin ta viinud oma ema kotta, selle kambrisse, kes mind oma ihus oli kandnud.

⁴I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.

⁵Ma vannutan teid, Jeruusalemma tütred, gasellide või aasa hirvede juures: ärge eksitage ega äratage armastust, enne kui see ise tahab!'

⁵I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁶'Mis see on, mis kõrbest üles tuleb suitsusammaste kujul, suitsutus mürrist ja viirukist, kaupmehe mitmesugustest vürtsidest?

⁶Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

⁷Vaata, Saalomoni kandetool! Selle ümber on kuuskümmend kangelast Iisraeli kangelastest.

⁷Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

⁸Nad kõik kannavad mõõka, nad on õpetatud sõdima; igaühel on oma mõõk puusal öiste hädaohtude pärast.

⁸They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

⁹Kuningas Saalomon oli teinud enesele kandetooli Liibanoni puudest.

⁹King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰Selle sambad olid tehtud hõbedast, seljatugi kullast, iste purpurist; selle sisemus oli armastusega sisustatud Jeruusalemma tütarde poolt.

¹⁰He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹¹Tulge välja ja vaadake, Siioni tütred, kuningas Saalomoni krooniga, millega ta ema teda on ehtinud ta pulmapäeval, ta südame rõõmupäeval.'

¹¹Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover