< Højsangen 2 >
1 Jeg er Sarons Rose, Dalenes Lillie.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Som en Lillie iblandt Tornene, saa er min Veninde iblandt Døtrene.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love 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.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Han fører mig til Vinhuset, og Kærlighed er hans Banner over mig.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Styrker mig med Rosinkager, vederkvæger mig med Æbler! thi jeg er syg af Kærlighed.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of 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 does 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.
I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 Min elskedes Røst! se, der kommer han, springende over Bjergene, hoppende over Højene.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 Min elskede svarer og siger til mig: Staa op, min Veninde! min skønne! og gak frem.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Thi se, Vinteren er forbi, Regnen er gaaet over og dragen bort.
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 Blomsterne ere komne til Syne i Landet, Sangens Tid er kommen, og Turtelduens Røst er hørt i vort Land.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is 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 puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.
15 Griber os Rævene, de smaa Ræve, som fordærve Vingaardene; vore Vingaarde staa i Blomster.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 Min elskede er min, og jeg er hans, som vogter Hjorden iblandt Lillierne.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds 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 break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.