Højsangen 2
1 Jeg er Sarons Rose, Dalenes Lilje
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 Som en Lilje midt iblandt Torne er min Veninde blandt Piger.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 Som et Æbletræ blandt Skovens Træer er min Ven blandt unge Mænd. I hans Skygge har jeg Lyst til at sidde, hans Frugt er sød for min Gane.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Til en Vinhal bragte han mig, hvor Mærket over mig er Kærlighed.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Styrk mig med Rosinkager, kvæg mig med Æbler, thi jeg er syg af Kærlighed.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 Hans venstre er under mit Hoved, hans højre tager mig i Favn.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre, ved Gazeller og Markens Hjorte: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
8 Hør! Der er min Ven! Ja se, der kommer han i Løb over Bjergene, i Spring over Højene.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Min Ven er som en Gazel, han er som den unge Hjort. Se, nu står han alt bag vor Mur. Han ser gennem Vinduet, kigger gennem Gitteret.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 Min Ven stemmer i og siger så til mig: Stå op, min Veninde, du fagre, kom!
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 Thi nu er Vinteren omme, Regntiden svandt, for hen,
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 Blomster ses i Landet, Sangens Tid er kommet, Turtelduens Kurren høres i vort Land;
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 Figentræets Småfrugter svulmer, Vinstokken blomstrer, udspreder Duft. Stå op, min Veninde, du fagre, kom,
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 min Due i Fjeldets Kløfter, i Bjergvæggens Skjul! Lad mig skue din Skikkelse, høre din Røst, thi sød er din Røst og din Skikkelse yndig.
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
15 Fang os de Ræve, de Ræve små, som hærger Vinen, vor blomstrende Vin!
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Min Ven er min, og jeg er hans, som vogter blandt Liljer;
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, kom hid, min Ven, og vær som Gazellen, som den unge Hjort på duftende Bjerge!
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
