Højsangen 7
1 Hvor skønne ere dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! dine Lænders Bøjninger ere som Smykker, Værk af Kunstnerhaand.
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 Din Navle er det runde Bæger, — det mangler aldrig krydret Vin, din Bug er en Hvededynge, omhegnet med Lillier.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Dine to Bryster ere ligesom to unge Raatvillinger.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
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 like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 Dit Hoved paa dig er som Karmel, og Haaret paa dit Hoved er som Purpur; Kongen er fængslet i Lokkerne.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 Hvor dejlig og hvor yndig er du, o kære! i Elskelighed.
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 Denne din ranke Vækst er ligt et Palmetræ og dine Bryster som Drueklaser.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
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;
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 og din Gane som den gode Vin, der gaar glat ned for min elskede og bringer sovendes Læber til at tale.
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 Jeg er min elskedes, og til mig er hans Attraa.
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 Kom, min elskede! lader os gaa ud paa Marken, lader os blive Natten over i Landsbyerne!
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger 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 up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
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 yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
