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.

¹O da bi bil kakor moj brat, ki je sesal prsi matere moje! Ako bi te zalotila zunaj, bi te poljubila, in nihče bi me ne smel zaničevati.

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.

²Peljala bi te, privedla te v matere svoje hišo, ti bi me poučeval; jaz bi te napajala z dišečim vinom, s sokom svojih margaranovih jabolk.

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

³Levica njegova je pod glavo mojo in z desnico svojo me objema.

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

⁴Rotim vas, hčere jeruzalemske, da ne prebudite in ne predramite ljubezni, dokler ji je drago!

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.

⁵Kdo je ta, ki prihaja sem od puščave in se naslanja na ljubega svojega? Pod jablano sem te zbudil k ljubezni. Tam je bila v bolečinah s teboj mati tvoja, tam je trpela bolečine porodnica tvoja.

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.

⁶Deni me kakor pečat na srce svoje, kakor pečat na ramo svojo! Kajti ljubezen je silna kakor smrt, njena gorečnost trdna [Ali: stanovitna.] kakor grob [Hebr. šeol.]; njen žar je žar ognja, plamen GOSPODOV.

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

⁷Velike vode ne morejo ugasiti ljubezni, ne reke je poplaviti. Ako bi hotel kdo dati vse imetje hiše svoje za ljubezen, le zaničevanje bi dobil!

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?

⁸Sestro imamo, majhno, ki še nima prsi: kaj bomo storili s sestro svojo v dan, ko jo bodo snubili?

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

⁹Ako je zid, zgradimo na njej srebrn nadzidek v utrdbo; ako je ona duri, ogradimo jo z deskami cedrovimi.

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

¹⁰Jaz sem zid, in prsi moje so kakor stolpi. Tedaj sem bila v očeh njegovih kakor ona, ki je našla mir.

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.

¹¹Salomon je imel vinograd v Baal-hamonu; izročil je vinograd varuhom, da bi vsakteri prinesel za njegov sad tisoč srebrnikov.

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

¹²Moj vinograd, ki je meni izročen, je pred menoj; tisoč bodi tebi, o Salomon, in dvesto varuhom sadov njegovih.

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

¹³Ti, ki prebivaš na vrtih, tovariši poslušajo glas tvoj; daj mi ga slišati!Híti, ljubi moj, in bodi podoben gazeli ali mlademu jelenu v gorah balzamovih!

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

¹⁴Híti, ljubi moj, in bodi podoben gazeli ali mlademu jelenu v gorah balzamovih!