1Glej, lepa si, prijateljica moja, glej, lepa si; oči tvoje so kakor golobice za pajčolanom tvojim; lasje tvoji so kakor čreda koz, ki leže po strmini gore Gileadske.
1Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
2Zobje tvoji so kakor čreda ostriženih ovčic, ki stopajo gori iz kopeli, katerih vsaka ima dvojčeti in nerodovitne ni med njimi nobene.
2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3Ustne tvoje so kakor karmezinasta vrvica in usta tvoja so ljubka; kakor odrezan kos margaranovega jabolka so senca tvoja izza pajčolana tvojega.
3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4Vrat tvoj je kakor stolp Davidov, ki je zgrajen za orožnico, na njem visi tisoč ščitov, vsi ščiti junakov.
4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5Prsi tvoje so kakor dve srnici, dvojčeti gazelini, ki se paseta med lilijami.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
6Dokler se ohladi dan in sence zbeže, pojdem h gori mirovi in k hribu kadila.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7Vsa si lepa, prijateljica moja, in madeža ni na tebi.
7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8Z menoj doli z Libanona, nevesta moja, z menoj prideš z Libanona; z vrha Amane boš gledala doli, z vrha Senirja in Hermona, od ležišč levov, od gorá leopardov.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9Obvladala si mi srce, sestra moja, nevesta, obvladala si mi srce z enim pogledom svojih oči, z eno verižico na vratu svojem.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10Kako je lepa ljubav tvoja, sestra moja, nevesta! koliko boljša je ljubav tvoja nego vino in mazil tvojih duh boljši nego vseh dišav!
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
11Z usten tvojih, nevesta, kaplja strd, med in mleko sta pod jezikom tvojim, in oblačil tvojih duh je kakor Libanona vonj.
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12Zaklenjen vrt je sestra moja, nevesta, zaklenjen vrelec, zapečaten studenec.
12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13Mladike tvoje so margaranov gaj z žlahtnim sadjem, s ciprovim cvetjem in z nardovimi rastlinami,
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
14narda in žafran, kolmež in sladka skorjica, z vsakršnim kadilnim drevjem, mira in lopatika z vsemi najboljšimi dišavami.
14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15Ti si studenec na vrtu, vodnjak žive vode in potoki, ki teko od Libanona.Vstani, severni veter, in pridi, jug, vej skozi moj vrt, da kapljajo njega dišave! Naj pride ljubi moj na vrt svoj in uživa sadove, njemu dragocene.
15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
16Vstani, severni veter, in pridi, jug, vej skozi moj vrt, da kapljajo njega dišave! Naj pride ljubi moj na vrt svoj in uživa sadove, njemu dragocene.
16Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.