¹How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

¹Kako lepe so noge tvoje v opankah, o knežja hči! Pregibi tvojega bedra so kakor nakitne verižice, rok umetnikovih delo.

²Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

²Popek tvoj je kakor lepo okrogla čašica, v kateri ne manjka mešanega vina; život tvoj je kakor kup pšenice, z lilijami obtaknjen.

³Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

³Prsi tvoje so kakor dve srnici, dvojčeti gazelini.

⁴Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

⁴Vrat tvoj je podoben stolpu iz slonove kosti, oči tvoje so kakor ribniki v Hesbonu, pri vratih ljudnatega mesta; nos tvoj kakor libanonski stolp, ki gleda proti Damasku.

⁵Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁵Glava tvoja na tebi je podobna Karmelu, in lasje glave tvoje so kakor škrlat: kralj je v sponah kodrov tvojih.

⁶How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁶Kako si ti lepa in mila, o ljubav, med vsemi radostmi!

⁷This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁷Ta rast tvoja je podobna palmovemu drevesu in prsi tvoje grozdom.

⁸I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

⁸Dejal sem: Zlesti hočem na palmovo drevo in prijeti za njegove mladice; in naj mi bodo prsi tvoje kakor grozdje na vinski trti in tvojega diha vonj kakor jabolka

⁹Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

⁹in usta tvoja kakor najboljše vino... Ki mojemu ljubemu gladko teče, ki daje govor ustom spečih.

¹⁰I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

¹⁰Jaz sem ljubega svojega, in poželenje njegovo je po meni.

¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

¹¹Pridi, ljubi moj, pojdiva ven na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.

¹²Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹²Zgodaj vstaneva in pojdiva k vinogradom, poglejva, če dela vinska trta popke in če se njen cvet odpira in če cveto margaranove jablani: tam ti dam ljubezni svoje.Ljubezenska jabolčka vonjajo svoj vonj in nad našimi durmi je vsakršnega sadja, novega in starega, ki sem ga prihranila tebi, ljubi moj.

¹³The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

¹³Ljubezenska jabolčka vonjajo svoj vonj in nad našimi durmi je vsakršnega sadja, novega in starega, ki sem ga prihranila tebi, ljubi moj.