Højsangen 7
1 Hvor skønne er dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbårne! Dine Hofters Runding er som Halsbånd, Kunstnerhånds Værk,
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2 dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3 dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger,
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 din Hals som Elfenbenstårnet, dine Øjne som Hesjbons damme ved Bat-Rabbims Port, din Næse som Libanons Tårn, der ser mod Damaskus,
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
5 Hovedet på dig som Karmel, dit Hoveds Lokker som Purpur; en Konge er fanget i Garnet.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6 Hvor er du fager og yndig, du elskede, yndefulde!
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7 Som Palmen, så er din Vækst, dit Bryst som Klaser.
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 Jeg tænker: Jeg vil op i Palmen, gribe fat i dens Stilke; dit Bryst skal være som Vinstokkens Klaser, din Næses Ånde som Æbleduft,
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance 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 your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
10 Jeg er min Vens, og til mig står hans Attrå.
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Kom min Ven, vi vil ud på Landet, blive i Landsbyer Natten over;
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12 Vingårde søger vi årle, vi ser, om Vinstokken skyder, om Knopperne åbnes, Granattræet blomstrer. Der giver jeg dig min Kærlighed.
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— 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 send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
