Højsangen 6
1 Hvor er din Ven gaaet hen, du fagreste blandt Kvinder? Hvor har din Ven vendt sig hen? Vi vil søge ham med dig.
Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
2 Min Ven gik ned i sin Have, til Balsambedene, for at vogte sin Hjord i Haverne og sanke Liljer.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Jeg er min Vens, og min Ven er min, han, som vogter blandt Liljer.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.
4 Du er fager, min Veninde, som Tirza, yndig som Jerusalem, frygtelig som Hære under Banner.
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Vend dine Øjne fra mig, de forvirrer mig saa! Dit Haar er som en Gedeflok, bølgende ned fra Gilead,
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 dine Tænder som en Faareflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 din Tinding er et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør.
As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
8 Dronningernes Tal er tresindstyve, Medhustruernes firsindstyve, paa Terner er der ej Tal.
There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 Men een er hun, min Due, min rene, hun, sin Moders eneste, hun, sin Moders Kælebarn. Blev hun set af Piger, fik hun Pris, af Dronninger og Medhustruer Hyldest.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Hvo er hun, der titter frem som Morgenrøden, fager som Maanen, skær som Solen, frygtelig som Hære under Banner?
Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11 Jeg gik ned i Nøddehaven for at se, hvor det grønnes i Dale, for at se, om Vintræet skød, om Granattræet nu stod i Blomst.
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
12 Før jeg vidste af det, satte min Sjæl mig paa mit ædle Folks Vogne.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 Vend dig, vend dig, Sulamit, vend dig, vend dig, saa vi kan se dig! »Hvad vil I se paa Sulamit, mens Sværddansen trædes?«
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
