Højsangen 4
1 Hvor du er fager, min Veninde, hvor er du fager! Dine Øjne er Duer bag sløret, dit Haar som en Gedeflok bølgende ned fra Gilead,
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 dine Tænder som en nyklippet Faareflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
3 som en Purpursnor er dine Læber, yndig din Mund, din Tinding som et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør;
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4 din Hals er som Davids Taarn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpaa, kun Helteskjolde;
Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, where on there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.
Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, vil jeg vandre til Myrrabjerget og Vellugtshøjen.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.
You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
8 Kom med mig fra Libanon, Brud, kom med mig fra Libanon, stig ned fra Amanas Tinde, fra Senirs og Hermons Tinde, fra Løvers Huler, fra Panteres Bjerge!
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Du har fanget mig, min Søster, min Brud, du har fanget mig med et af dine Blikke, med en af din Halses Kæder.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 Hvor herlig er din Kærlighed, min Søster, min Brud, hvor din Kærlighed er god fremfor Vin, dine Salvers Duft fremfor alskens Vellugt!
How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
11 Dine Læber drypper af Sødme, min Brud, under din Tunge er Honning og Mælk; dine Klæders Duft er som Libanons Duft.
Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.
A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Nordenvind, vaagn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, saa dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!
Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow on my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
