¹Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.

¹Oj, aby si mi bol ako brat, ktorý ssal na prsiach mojej matky! Keď by som ťa našla vonku, bozkala by som ťa; ani by mnou neopovrhovali pre to.

²I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

²Pojala by som ťa a doviedla by som ťa do domu svojej matky; vyučoval by si ma, a ja by som ti dala piť z voňavého vína korenného, z nového vína sladkého zo svojich granátových jabĺk.

³His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

³Jeho ľavica pod mojou hlavou, a jeho pravica by ma objímala.

⁴I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends

⁴Prísahou vás zaväzujem, dcéry Jeruzalema; načo by ste budily a načo prebudily moju lásku, dokiaľ by sama nechcela?!

⁵Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.

⁵Kto je to tá, ktorá vystupuje od púšte, ktorá sa podopiera na svojho milého? Pod jabloňou som ťa zobudila; tam ťa svíjajúc sa v bolestiach porodila tvoja matka, tam sa v bolestiach svíjala tá, ktorá ťa porodila.

⁶Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. . Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh. “Yahweh” is God’s proper Name, sometimes rendered “LORD” (all caps) in other translations.

⁶Polož ma jako pečať na svoje srdce, jako pečatný prsteň na svoje rameno, lebo láska je silná jako smrť, tvrdá jako peklo žiarlivosť; jej blkot je blkotom ohňa, plameňom Hospodinovým.

⁷Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends

⁷Ani mnohé vody nemôžu uhasiť lásku, a rieky jej nezatopia. Keby niekto dával všetko imanie svojho domu za lásku, opovrhli by ním.

⁸We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁸Máme malú sestru, ktorá ešte nemá pŕs. Čo učiníme svojej sestre v deň, v ktorý ju budú nahovárať?

⁹If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved

⁹Keby bola múrom, postavili by sme na nej baštu zo striebra, a keby bola dverami, privreli by sme ich doskou z cedry.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

¹⁰Ja som múrom, a moje prsia sú jako veže. Vtedy som bola v jeho očiach ako tá, ktorá našla pokoj.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

¹¹Šalamún mal vinicu v Bál-hamone, vydal vinicu strážcom, aby každý donášal za jej ovocie tisíc striebra.

¹²My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover

¹²Ale moja vinica, ktorú ja mám, je predo mnou. Ten tisíc nech je tebe, Šalamúne, a dvesto tým, ktorí strážia jej ovocie.

¹³You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved

¹³Ty, ktorá bývaš v zahradách, druhovia načúvajú na tvoj hlas; daj, nech počujem!

¹⁴Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

¹⁴Utekaj, môj milý, a buď podobný srne alebo mladému jeleňu na vrchoch vonín.