Højsangen 1
1 Højsangen, som er af Salomo.
2 Han kysse mig med Kys af sin Mund; thi din Kærlighed er bedre end Vin.
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
3 Dine Salver ere gode at lugte, dit Navn er som en Salve, der udgydes; derfor elske unge Piger dig.
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
4 Drag mig! efter dig ville vi løbe; Kongen førte mig ind i sine inderste Kamre; vi ville fryde os og glæde os i dig, vi ville prise din Kærlighed mere end Vin; de oprigtige elske dig.
Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
5 Jeg er sort, dog yndig, I Jerusalems Døtre! som Kedars Pauluner, som Salomos Telte.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
6 Ser ikke paa mig, at jeg er sort; thi Solen har brændt mig; min Moders Sønner ere blevne vrede paa mig, de have sat mig til Vingaardenes Vogterinde; min Vingaard, som jeg havde, har jeg ikke bevogtet.
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Giv mig til Kende, du, hvem min Sjæl elsker! hvor du vogter, hvor du lader Hjorden ligge om Middagen, at jeg ikke skal være som en Kvinde, der gaar tilhyllet ved dine Medbrødres Hjorde.
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
8 Dersom du ikke ved det, du dejligste iblandt Kvinderne! da gak ud i Faarenes Spor, og vogt dine Kid ved Hyrdernes Boliger!
Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
9 Ved Hestene for Faraos Vogn ligner jeg dig, min Veninde!
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Dine Kinder ere yndige under Kæderne og din Hals under Perlesnorene.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
11 Vi ville gøre dig Guldkæder med Sølvprikker.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
12 Saa længe Kongen var i sin Kreds, gav min Nardus sin Lugt.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
13 Min elskede er mig en Myrrakugle, som forbliver imellem mine Bryster.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
14 Min elskede er mig en Koferdrue, i Vingaardene, udi En-Gedi.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Se, du, min Veninde! er dejlig; se, du er dejlig, dine Øjne ere Duer.
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
16 Se, du, min elskede! er yndig, ja yndig, ja, vort Leje er grønt.
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
17 Vore Huses Bjælker ere Cedre, vort Loft er Cypresser.
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
