1Prišel sem na vrt svoj, sestra moja, nevesta, trgal sem miro svojo in balzam svoj, jedel sem satovje svoje s svojim medom vred, pil sem vino svoje z mlekom svojim vred. Jejte, prijatelji, pijte in napijte se, ljubljeni!
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
2Spala sem, ali moje srce je bedelo – v tem začujem glas! Ljubi moj trka: „Odpri mi, sestra moja, ljubav moja, golobica moja, popolna moja! Zakaj glava moja je polna rose, kodri moji nočnih srag.“
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.”
3„Slekla sem suknjo svojo, kako bi jo spet oblekla? umila sem si noge, kako bi jih zopet oblatila?“
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4Ljubi moj seže z roko skozi luknjo v durih, in srce mi vztrepeta zaradi njega.
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
5Vstala sem, da odprem ljubemu svojemu, in z rok mi je kapljala mira in s prstov tekoča mira na držaj ključalnice.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6Odprla sem ljubemu svojemu; ali ljubi moj se je bil obrnil in odšel. Duša mi je ušla za njim, ko je govoril. Iskala sem ga, a nisem ga našla, klicala sem ga, a ni mi odgovoril.
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.
7Zalotili so me stražarji, ki hodijo po mestu, zbili so me, ranili so me, varuhi na zidu so mi vzeli moje ogrinjalo.
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.
8Rotim vas, hčere jeruzalemske, ako najdete ljubega mojega, kaj mu povejte? Da sem bolna od ljubezni.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
9Kaj je tvoj ljubi mimo drugih ljubovnikov, o najlepša med ženami, kaj je tvoj ljubi mimo drugih ljubovnikov, da nas tako rotiš?
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
10Moj ljubi je bel in rdeč, odličnik med desetimi tisoči.
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11Glava njegova je kakor najčistejše zlato, kodri njegovi so valoviti, črni kakor vran.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12Oči njegove so kakor golobice ob bistrih potokih, z mlekom umite, lepo posajene.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13Lica njegova so kakor grede balzama, kakor lehe dišečih rastlin; usta njegova kakor lilije, s katerih kaplja tekoča mira.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14Roke njegove so kakor valjci zlati, obloženi s topazi, telo njegovo kakor umotvor iz slonove kosti, pokrit s safiri.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15Goleni njegove so kakor marmornati stebri, postavljeni na podstavkih iz čistega zlata, rast njegova kakor Libanon, odličen je kakor cedre.Usta njegova so sladka in ves je ljubezniv. Tak je ljubi moj, tak je prijatelj moj, o hčere jeruzalemske!
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16Usta njegova so sladka in ves je ljubezniv. Tak je ljubi moj, tak je prijatelj moj, o hčere jeruzalemske!
16Lover His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.