Højsangen 7
1 Hvor skønne ere dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! dine Lænders Bøjninger ere som Smykker, Værk af Kunstnerhaand.
Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2 Din Navle er det runde Bæger, — det mangler aldrig krydret Vin, din Bug er en Hvededynge, omhegnet med Lillier.
Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Dine to Bryster ere ligesom to unge Raatvillinger.
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
4 Din Hals er som Elfenbenstaarnet, dine Øjne ere Fiskedamme i Hesbon ved Bath-Rabbins Port, din Næse er som Libanons Taarn, der skuer ud imod Damaskus.
Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.
5 Dit Hoved paa dig er som Karmel, og Haaret paa dit Hoved er som Purpur; Kongen er fængslet i Lokkerne.
Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 Hvor dejlig og hvor yndig er du, o kære! i Elskelighed.
How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
7 Denne din ranke Vækst er ligt et Palmetræ og dine Bryster som Drueklaser.
This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
8 Jeg sagde: Jeg vil stige op i Palmetræet, jeg vil tage fat paa dets Grene; og dine Bryster vorde som Vinstokkens Drueklaser og din Næses Aande som Æblerne;
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
9 og din Gane som den gode Vin, der gaar glat ned for min elskede og bringer sovendes Læber til at tale.
and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 Jeg er min elskedes, og til mig er hans Attraa.
I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.
11 Kom, min elskede! lader os gaa ud paa Marken, lader os blive Natten over i Landsbyerne!
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Lader os aarle gaa til Vingaardene, lader os se, om Vinstokken har skudt, om Blomsterne ere udsprungne, og om Granattræerne blomstre; der vil jeg skænke dig min Kærlighed.
Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
13 Dudaim give Lugt, og ved vore Døre er der alle Haande kostelige Frugter, nye og gamle; o, min elskede! jeg har gemt dem til dig.
The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
