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 look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
2 dine Tænder som en nyklippet Fåreflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
3 som en Purpursnor er dine Læber, yndig din Mund, din Tinding som et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør;
Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
4 din Hals er som Davids Tårn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpå, kun Helteskjolde;
Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
5 dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelle tvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.
Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
6 Til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, vil jeg vandre til Myrrabjerget og Vellugtshøjen.
Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
7 Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.
You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
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 from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
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 stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
10 Hvor herlig er din Kærlighed, min Søster, min Brud, hvor din Kærlighed er god fremfor Vin, dine Salvers Duft fremfor alskens Vellugt!
How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
11 Dine Læber drypper af Sødme, min Brud, under din Tunge er Honning og Mælk; dine Klæders Duft er som Libanons Duft.
Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.
My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
13 Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,
Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
14 Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
15 Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.
You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream 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!
Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
