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

¹Prišiel som do svojej zahrady, moja sestro, nevesto, sbieram svoju myrrhu so svojou voninou, jem svoj plást so svojím medom; pijem svoje víno so svojím mliekom. Jedzte, priatelia, pite a napite sa hojne, milí!

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.”

²Ja spím, ale moje srdce bdeje. Hlas môjho milého! Klepe! Otvor mi, moja sestro, moja priateľko, moja holubico, moja bezvadná; lebo moja hlava je plná rosy, moje kadere kropají noci.

³I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

³Svliekla som svoju sukňu; jako ju zase oblečiem? Umyla som svoje nohy; jako ich zase zamažem?

⁴My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁴Môj milý siahol svojou rukou cez oblôček dverí, a moje vnútornosti sa pohly nad ním.

⁵I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁵Vstala som ja otvoriť svojmu milému, a moje ruky kvapkaly myrrhou a moje prsty tekutou myrrhou na rukoväti závory.

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.

⁶Otvorila som ja svojmu milému, ale môj milý sa už bol vzdialil, odišiel. Moja duša bola vyšla, keď prehovoril. Hľadala som ho, ale som ho nenašla; volala som ho, ale sa mi neozval.

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.

⁷Našli ma strážcovia, ktorí obchádzajú po meste, zbili ma, ranili ma; vzali môj plášť so mňa tí, ktorí strážia múry.

⁸I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

⁸Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema, ak najdete môjho milého, čo mu poviete? Že som nemocná od lásky.

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

⁹Čo má tvoj milý nad milého, ty najkrásnejšia medzi ženami? Čo má tvoj milý nad iného milého, že nás tak zaväzuješ prísahou?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

¹⁰Môj milý je biely a rumenný, výtečný nad iných desať tisíc.

¹¹His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹¹Jeho hlava rýdze zlato; jeho kadere vlnisté, čierne jako havran;

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

¹²jeho oči jako holubice nad tokmi vody, umyté v mlieku; sedia ako vrúbené drahokamy;

¹³His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

¹³jeho líca jako záhony vonín, vyvýšené hriadky voňavých bylín; jeho rty ľalie, prýštiace tekutú myrrhu;

¹⁴His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁴jeho ruky obliny zlata, vysádzané taršíšom; jeho telo umelecké dielo zo slonovej kosti, obložené zafírami;

¹⁵His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁵jeho nohy mramorové stĺpy, postavené na podstavcoch z čistého zlata; jeho vzozrenie ako Libanon, výborné jako cedry;

¹⁶Lover His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁶jeho ústa presladké, a celý je prežiadúcny. To je môj milý a to môj priateľ, dcéry Jeruzalema!