¹I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

¹Jeg er Sarons Rose, Dalenes Lilje

²As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

²Som en Lilje midt iblandt Torne er min Veninde blandt Piger.

³As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

³Som et Æbletræ blandt Skovens Træer er min Ven blandt unge Mænd. I hans Skygge har jeg Lyst til at sidde, hans Frugt er sød for min Gane.

⁴He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

⁴Til en Vinhal bragte han mig, hvor Mærket over mig er Kærlighed.

⁵Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

⁵Styrk mig med Rosinkager, kvæg mig med Æbler, thi jeg er syg af Kærlighed.

⁶His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

⁶Hans venstre er under mit Hoved, hans højre tager mig i Favn.

⁷I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁷Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre, ved Gazeller og Markens Hjorte: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!

⁸The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁸Hør! Der er min Ven! Ja se, der kommer han i Løb over Bjergene, i Spring over Højene.

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

⁹Min Ven er som en Gazel, han er som den unge Hjort. Se, nu står han alt bag vor Mur. Han ser gennem Vinduet, kigger gennem Gitteret.

¹⁰My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁰Min Ven stemmer i og siger så til mig: Stå op, min Veninde, du fagre, kom!

¹¹For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹¹Thi nu er Vinteren omme, Regntiden svandt, for hen,

¹²The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹²Blomster ses i Landet, Sangens Tid er kommet, Turtelduens Kurren høres i vort Land;

¹³The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

¹³Figentræets Småfrugter svulmer, Vinstokken blomstrer, udspreder Duft. Stå op, min Veninde, du fagre, kom,

¹⁴My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

¹⁴min Due i Fjeldets Kløfter, i Bjergvæggens Skjul! Lad mig skue din Skikkelse, høre din Røst, thi sød er din Røst og din Skikkelse yndig.

¹⁵Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

¹⁵Fang os de Ræve, de Ræve små,som hærger Vinen, vor blomstrende Vin!

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

¹⁶Min Ven er min, og jeg er hans,som vogter blandt Liljer;

¹⁷Beloved Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.

¹⁷til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, kom hid, min Ven, og vær som Gazellen, som den unge Hjort på duftende Bjerge!