Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
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,
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
dine Tænder som en nyklippet Fåreflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
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 made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
din Hals er som Davids Tårn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpå, kun Helteskjolde;
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelle tvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go 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 all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places 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 taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain 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 fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
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 are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Dine Læber drypper af Sødme, min Brud, under din Tunge er Honning og Mælk; dine Klæders Duft er som Libanons Duft.
12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
Nordenvind, vågn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, så dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!
