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 you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would 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 you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink 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. His right hand would embrace me.

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

⁴I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends

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 who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.

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 on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. . Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh. “Yahweh” is God’s proper Name, sometimes rendered “LORD” (all caps) in other translations.

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

⁷Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends

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. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

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

⁹If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved

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 I was in his eyes like one who found 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 leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

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

¹²My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover

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

¹³You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved

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

¹⁴Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!