¹Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

¹Kam išiel tvoj milý, ó, ty najkrásnejšia medzi ženami? Kam sa obrátil tvoj milý? A budeme ho hľadať s tebou.

²My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

²Môj milý sostúpil do svojej zahrady, k záhonom vonín, aby pásol v zahradách a aby trhal ľalie.

³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

³Ja som svojho milého, a môj milý je môj, ktorý pasie medzi ľaliami.

⁴You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁴Krásna si ty, moja priateľko, jako mesto Tirca, pekná jako Jeruzalem, strašná jako voje s práporami.

⁵Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁵Odvráť svoje oči odo mňa, lebo ma vzrušujú; tvoje vlasy jako stádo kôz, ktoré sa spúšťajú s vrchu Gileáda;

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

⁶tvoje zuby jako stádo oviec, ktoré vystupujú z kúpeľa, z ktorých každá rodí po dvoje, a nieto medzi nimi takej, ktorá by nerodila,

⁷jako polovica granátového jablka tvoja slucha zpod tvojho závoja.

⁸There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁸Šesťdesiat ich je kráľovien a osemdesiat ženín, a mladiciam neni počtu;

⁹My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ale iba jedna je moja holubica, moja bezvadná, jediná svojej matky, vyvolená tej, ktorá ju porodila. Videly ju dcéry a blahoslavily ju, kráľovny a ženiny, a chválily ju.

¹⁰Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

¹⁰Kto je to tá, ktorá vyzerá jako ranná zora, krásna jako mesiac, čistá jako slnce, strašná jako voje s práporami?

¹¹I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

¹¹Sišla som do orechovej zahrady pozrieť ovocie údolia, pozrieť, či kvitne vinič, či kvitnú granátové jablone.

¹²Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. Friends

¹²Nevedela som, len keď ma presadila moja duša medzi vozy môjho kniežatského ľudu.

¹³Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

¹⁶Friends