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 have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

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

³I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

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

⁴My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

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

⁵I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on 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 left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

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

⁷The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

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

⁸I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

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

⁹How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

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

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

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

¹¹His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

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

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

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

¹³His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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

¹⁴His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

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

¹⁵His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like 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.'

¹⁶Lover His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.