¹'Kuhu su kallim on läinud, sa ilusaim naistest? Kuhu su kallim põikas, et koos sinuga teda otsida?'

¹Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

²'Mu kallim läks alla oma rohuaeda, palsamipeenarde juurde, rohuaedadesse karja hoidma ja lillekesi noppima.

²My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³Mina kuulun oma kallimale ja mu kallim on minu, tema, kes lillekeste keskel karja hoiab.'

³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

⁴'Sa oled ilus nagu Tirsa, mu kullake, kaunis nagu Jeruusalemm, kardetav nagu väehulk lippudega.

⁴You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵Pööra oma silmad ära mu pealt, sest need teevad mind rahutuks! Su juuksed on nagu kitsekari, kes laskub Gileadilt.

⁵Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶Su hambad on nagu kari emalambaid, kes pesemiselt tulevad; neil kõigil on kaksikud ja ükski neist pole soota.

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

⁷Otsekui granaatõuna lõiked on su oimud su loori taga.

⁸Kuuskümmend on kuningannasid, kaheksakümmend on liignaisi ja neitseid on arvutult.

⁸There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹Aga üksainus on mu tuvike, mu süütuke, oma ema ainus, oma sünnitaja lemmik. Tüdrukud näevad teda ja kiidavad õndsaks, ka kuningannad ja liignaised, ja nad ülistavad teda:

⁹My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰'Kes see on, kes koiduna alla vaatab, ilus nagu täiskuu, selge nagu päike, kardetav nagu väehulk lippudega?''

¹⁰Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹¹'Ma läksin alla pähkliaeda vaatama pungi orus, vaatama, kas viinapuu on pakatanud, kas granaatõunapuud õitsevad.

¹¹I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹²Ma ei teadnud, et mu hing pani mind Ammi-Nadibi vankritele.'

¹²Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. Friends

¹³Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

¹⁶Friends