Song of Solomon 6
1 Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
«Kvar helst er han gjengen, din ven, du fagraste dros? Kvar helst hev din ven svive av, so me kann leita med deg?»
2 Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
«Min ven gjekk til hagen sin ned, til balsam-sengjer, til å gjæta i hagom og liljor sanka.»
3 I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
«Min ven er min og eg er hans, han som gjæter millom liljor.»
4 Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
«Du er fager, du min hugnad, som Tirsa, som Jerusalem er du frid, som herfylgje ageleg.
5 Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
Snu augo dine ifrå meg, for dei magtstel meg. Ditt hår er ein geiteflokk likt, ned Gilead renn.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Dine tenner ein flokk med sauer, komne upp or laug, med tvillingar alle, utan lamb er ingen.
7 Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
Som eit granateple-brot din tinning glytter fram attum slør.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Seksti dronningar, åtteti fylgjekvende, av møyar ein endelaus lyd.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Men ei einast’ mi duva, mi frægd, einaste barnet til mor, brikna hennar som henne åtte. Ho vert sælka av møyar, henne ser, av dronningar og fylgjekvende lova.»
10 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
«Kven er ho som lik morgonroden gloser, som fullmånen fager, brikjeleg som sol, som herfylgje ageleg?»
11 Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
«Eg gjekk ned i natahagen, vilde sjå kor det grønkast i dale, vilde sjå um vintreet spratt, um granateple-treet bar blom.
12 I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
Eg visste’kje av, fyrr hugen meg drog og meg sette på mitt gjæve folks vogn.»
13 Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
«Å, snu deg, snu deg, Sulammit! Snu deg, snu deg, so me deg ser.» «Kva er det å sjå på Sulammit?» «Ein dans som i Mahanajim.»
