Song of Solomon 4
1 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.
Hvor du er fager, min Veninde, hvor er du fager! Dine Øjne er Duer bag sløret, dit Haar som en Gedeflok bølgende ned fra Gilead,
2 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.
dine Tænder som en nyklippet Faareflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
som en Purpursnor er dine Læber, yndig din Mund, din Tinding som et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør;
4 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.
din Hals er som Davids Taarn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpaa, kun Helteskjolde;
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.
6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, vil jeg vandre til Myrrabjerget og Vellugtshøjen.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.
8 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.
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!
9 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.
Du har fanget mig, min Søster, min Brud, du har fanget mig med et af dine Blikke, med en af din Halses Kæder.
10 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.
Hvor herlig er din Kærlighed, min Søster, min Brud, hvor din Kærlighed er god fremfor Vin, dine Salvers Duft fremfor alskens Vellugt!
11 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.
Dine Læber drypper af Sødme, min Brud, under din Tunge er Honning og Mælk; dine Klæders Duft er som Libanons Duft.
12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,
14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.
16 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.
Nordenvind, vaagn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, saa dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!
