Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
Hvor er din Ven gået hen, du fagreste blandt Kvinder? Hvor har din ven vendt sig hen? Vi vil søge ham med dig.
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Min Ven gik ned i sin Have, ti lBalsambedene, for at vogte sin Hjord i Haverne og sanke Liljer.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Jeg er min Vens, og min Ven er min, han, som vogter blandt Liljer.
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
Du er fager, min Veninde, som Tirza, yndig som Jerusalem, frygtelig som Hære under Banner.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
Vend dine Øjne fra mig, de forvirrer mig så! Dit Hår er som en Gedeflok, bølgende ned fra Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
dine Tænder som en Fåreflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
din Tinding er et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
Dronningernes Tal er tresindstyve, Medhustruernes firsindstyve, på Terner er der ej Tal.
9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Men een er hun, min Due, min rene, hun, sin Moders eneste, hun, sin Moders Kælebarn. Blev hun set af Piger, fik hun Pris, af Dronninger og Medhustruer Hyldest.
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
Hvo er hun, der titter frem som Morgenrøden, fager som Månen, skær som Solen, frygtelig som Hære under Banner?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
Jeg gik ned i Nøddehaven for at se, hvor det grønnes i Dale for at se, om Vintræet skød, om Granattræet nu stod i Blomst.
12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
Før jeg vidste af det, satte min Sjæl mig på mit ædle Folks Vogne.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.
Vend dig, vend dig, Sulamit, vend dig, vend dig, så vi kan se dig!"Hvad vil I se på Sulamit, mens Sværddansen trædes?"
