Højsangen 7
1 Hvor skønne ere dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! dine Lænders Bøjninger ere som Smykker, Værk af Kunstnerhaand.
You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).
2 Din Navle er det runde Bæger, — det mangler aldrig krydret Vin, din Bug er en Hvededynge, omhegnet med Lillier.
Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.
3 Dine to Bryster ere ligesom to unge Raatvillinger.
Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).
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 [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces 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 [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.
6 Hvor dejlig og hvor yndig er du, o kære! i Elskelighed.
You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.
7 Denne din ranke Vækst er ligt et Palmetræ og dine Bryster som Drueklaser.
You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/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 said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance 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 kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.
10 Jeg er min elskedes, og til mig er hans Attraa.
I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.
11 Kom, min elskede! lader os gaa ud paa Marken, lader os blive Natten over i Landsbyerne!
You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of 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.
And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make 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/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.
