Højsangen 6
1 Hvor er din elskede hengangen, du dejligste iblandt Kvinderne? hvor har din elskede vendt sig hen? saa ville vi opsøge ham med dig.
Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
2 Min elskede er nedgangen i sin Have, til de duftende Blomsterbede for at vogte Hjorden i Haverne og at sanke Lillier.
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3 Jeg er min elskedes, og min elskede er min, han, som vogter Hjorden iblandt Lillierne.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
4 Du, min Veninde! er skøn som Tirza, yndig som Jerusalem, forfærdelig som Hære under Banner.
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
5 Vend dine Øjne bort fra mig, thi de gøre mig heftig; dit Haar er som en Gedehjord, der kommer op fra Gilead.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
6 Dine Tænder ere som en Faarehjord, som kommer op af Svømmestedet, som alle sammen føde Tvillinger, og blandt hvilke intet er ufrugtbart.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
7 Dine Tindinger ere som et Stykke af Granatæble imellem dine Lokker.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
8 Der er tresindstyve Dronninger og firsindstyve Medhustruer og utallige Jomfruer.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 Een er min Due, min fuldkomne, hun er sin Moders eneste, hun er ren for den, som hende fødte; Døtre saa hende og priste hende lykkelig, Dronninger og Medhustruer, og roste hende.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10 Hvo er hun, der titter frem som Morgenrøden, dejlig som Maanen, ren som Solen, forfærdelig som Hære under Banner?
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
11 Jeg var nedgangen i Nøddehaven at se, hvor det grønnedes i Dalen, at se, om Vintræet havde skudt, om Granattræerne havde blomstret.
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
12 Førend jeg vidste det, gjorde min Sjæl mig som mit ædle Folks Vogne.
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
13 Vend om, vend om, Sulamith! vend om, vend om, at vi maa se paa dig. Hvad ville I se paa Sulamith? Hun er som Dansen i Mahanaim.
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
