Højsangen 4
1 Hvor du er fager, min veninde, hvor er du fager! Dine Øjne er Duer bag sløret, dit Hår som en Gedeflok bølgende ned fra Gilead,
How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2 dine Tænder som en nyklippet Fåreflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
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 scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 din Hals er som Davids Tårn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpå, kun Helteskjolde;
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelle tvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, vil jeg vandre til Myrrabjerget og Vellugtshøjen.
Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
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 bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, 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 captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel 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 delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume 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, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
12 Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.
My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13 Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
14 Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.
with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15 Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 Nordenvind, vågn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, så dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
