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

¹Ja som ružou Sárona, ľaliou údolí.

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

²Jako ľalia medzi tŕnim, tak moja priateľka medzi dcérami.

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.

³Jako jabloň medzi stromami lesa, tak môj milý medzi synmi. Žiadala som si sedieť v jeho tôni a sedím, a jeho ovocie je sladké môjmu ďasnu.

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

⁴Voviedol ma do domu vína, a jeho vlajkou nado mnou je láska.

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

⁵Občerstvite ma hrudami hrozna, posilnite ma jablkami, lebo som nemocná od lásky.

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

⁶Jeho ľavica pod mojou hlavou, a jeho pravica ma objíma.

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.

⁷Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema, na srny alebo jelenice poľa, aby ste neprebudily ani nebudily mojej lásky, dokiaľ by sama nechcela.

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

⁸Hlas môjho milého! Hľa, tu ide! Skáče po vrchoch, poskakuje po kopcoch.

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.

⁹Môj milý je podobný srne alebo mladému jeleňu. Hľa, tu stojí za našou stenou; nazerá cez obloky; díva sa cez mrežu.

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

¹⁰Môj milý sa ozval a povedal mi: Nože vstaň, moja priateľko, moja krásna, a poď!

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

¹¹Lebo hľa, zima pominula, pŕška prešla, už prešla.

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

¹²Kvety sa ukazujú po zemi, prišiel čas spevu, a hlas hrdličky čuť v našej zemi.

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

¹³Fík už do červena farbí svoje holičky, a viniče samý kvet, vydávajú vôňu. Nože tedy povstaň, moja priateľko, moja krásna, a poď!

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.

¹⁴Moja holubico v rozsadlinách skaly, v skrýši príkreho svahu, ukáž mi svoju tvár; daj nech počujem tvoj hlas! Lebo tvoj hlas je sladký a tvoja tvár krásna.

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

¹⁵Pochytajte nám líšky, maličké líšky, ktoré kazia vinice, a naše vinice sú v kvete.

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

¹⁶Môj milý je môj, a ja som jeho, toho, ktorý pasie medzi ľaliami,

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.

¹⁷dokiaľ nezavanie a neschladí sa deň, a neutečú tiene. Obídi, buďže podobný, môj milý, srne alebo mladému jeleňu na vrchoch Bétera.