Højsangen 7
1 Hvor skønne ere dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! dine Lænders Bøjninger ere som Smykker, Værk af Kunstnerhaand.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
2 Din Navle er det runde Bæger, — det mangler aldrig krydret Vin, din Bug er en Hvededynge, omhegnet med Lillier.
Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
3 Dine to Bryster ere ligesom to unge Raatvillinger.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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 elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces 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 as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
6 Hvor dejlig og hvor yndig er du, o kære! i Elskelighed.
How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
7 Denne din ranke Vækst er ligt et Palmetræ og dine Bryster som Drueklaser.
You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
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 tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!
9 og din Gane som den gode Vin, der gaar glat ned for min elskede og bringer sovendes Læber til at tale.
May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
10 Jeg er min elskedes, og til mig er hans Attraa.
My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
11 Kom, min elskede! lader os gaa ud paa Marken, lader os blive Natten over i Landsbyerne!
Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
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's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love 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 give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
