Højsangen 7
1 Hvor skønne er dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! Dine Hofters Runding er som Halsbaand, Kunstnerhaands Værk,
How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
2 dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;
Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
3 dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger,
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
4 din Hals som Elfenbenstaarnet, dine Øjne som Hesjbons Damme ved Bat-Rabbims Port, din Næse som Libanons Taarn, der ser mod Damaskus,
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
5 Hovedet paa dig som Karmel, dit Hoveds Lokker som Purpur; en Konge er fanget i Garnet.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
6 Hvor er du fager og yndig, du elskede, yndefulde!
How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
7 Som Palmen, saa er din Vækst, dit Bryst som Klaser.
You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
8 Jeg tænker: Jeg vil op i Palmen, gribe fat i dens Stilke; dit Bryst skal være som Vinstokkens Klaser, din Næses Aande som Æbleduft,
I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
9 din Gane som ædel Vin, der liflig flyder ind i min Mund, glider over mine Læber og Tænder.
And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
10 Jeg er min Vens, og til mig staar hans Attraa.
I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
11 Kom min Ven, vi vil ud paa Landet, blive i Landsbyer Natten over;
Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
12 Vingaarde søger vi aarle, vi ser, om Vinstokken skyder, om Knopperne aabnes, Granattræet blomstrer. Der giver jeg dig min Kærlighed.
Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Kærlighedsæblerne dufter, for vor Dør er al Slags Frugt, ny og gammel tillige; til dig, min Ven, har jeg gemt dem.
The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
