Højsangen 2
1 Jeg er Sarons Rose, Dalenes Lillie.
Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
2 Som en Lillie iblandt Tornene, saa er min Veninde iblandt Døtrene.
Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
3 Ligesom et Æbletræ iblandt Skovens Træer, saa er min elskede iblandt Sønnerne; jeg begærer at sidde under hans Skygge, og hans Frugt er sød for min Gane.
Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 Han fører mig til Vinhuset, og Kærlighed er hans Banner over mig.
He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
5 Styrker mig med Rosinkager, vederkvæger mig med Æbler! thi jeg er syg af Kærlighed.
Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
6 Hans venstre Haand er under mit Hoved, og hans højre Haand omfavner mig.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! ved Raaerne eller ved Hinderne paa Marken, at I ikke vække eller forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil.
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
8 Min elskedes Røst! se, der kommer han, springende over Bjergene, hoppende over Højene.
Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
9 Min elskede er lig en Raa eller en ung Hjort: se, han staar bag vor Væg, han ser ind igennem Vinduerne, kiger igennem Vinduesgitteret.
My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
10 Min elskede svarer og siger til mig: Staa op, min Veninde! min skønne! og gak frem.
Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
11 Thi se, Vinteren er forbi, Regnen er gaaet over og dragen bort.
For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
12 Blomsterne ere komne til Syne i Landet, Sangens Tid er kommen, og Turtelduens Røst er hørt i vort Land.
The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
13 Figentræet har udskudt sine smaa Figen, og Vinstokkene staa i Blomster og dufte; staa du op, min Veninde! min skønne! og gak frem!
The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
14 Min Due i Klippens Revner, i Fjeldvæggens Skjul, lad mig se din Skikkelse, lad mig høre din Røst! thi din Røst er sød, og din Skikkelse er yndig.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
15 Griber os Rævene, de smaa Ræve, som fordærve Vingaardene; vore Vingaarde staa i Blomster.
Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
16 Min elskede er min, og jeg er hans, som vogter Hjorden iblandt Lillierne.
Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
17 Indtil Dagens Luftning kommer, og Skyggerne fly, vend om, bliv lig, min elskede! med en Raa eller en ung Hjort paa Adskillelsens Bjerge!
until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
