Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
Jeg er Sarons Rose, Dalenes Lillie.
2 Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
Som en Lillie iblandt Tornene, saa er min Veninde iblandt Døtrene.
3 My love is like an apple tree among the forest trees, compared to other young men. I love to sit down in his shade and his fruit tastes sweet to me.
Ligesom et Æbletræ iblandt Skovens Træer, saa er min elskede iblandt Sønnerne; jeg begærer at sidde under hans Skygge, og hans Frugt er sød for min Gane.
4 He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
Han fører mig til Vinhuset, og Kærlighed er hans Banner over mig.
5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
Styrker mig med Rosinkager, vederkvæger mig med Æbler! thi jeg er syg af Kærlighed.
6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
Hans venstre Haand er under mit Hoved, og hans højre Haand omfavner mig.
7 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! ved Raaerne eller ved Hinderne paa Marken, at I ikke vække eller forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil.
8 Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over the hills—
Min elskedes Røst! se, der kommer han, springende over Bjergene, hoppende over Højene.
9 my love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.
Min elskede er lig en Raa eller en ung Hjort: se, han staar bag vor Væg, han ser ind igennem Vinduerne, kiger igennem Vinduesgitteret.
10 My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
Min elskede svarer og siger til mig: Staa op, min Veninde! min skønne! og gak frem.
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
Thi se, Vinteren er forbi, Regnen er gaaet over og dragen bort.
12 Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
Blomsterne ere komne til Syne i Landet, Sangens Tid er kommen, og Turtelduens Røst er hørt i vort Land.
13 Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”
Figentræet har udskudt sine smaa Figen, og Vinstokkene staa i Blomster og dufte; staa du op, min Veninde! min skønne! og gak frem!
14 My dove is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!
Min Due i Klippens Revner, i Fjeldvæggens Skjul, lad mig se din Skikkelse, lad mig høre din Røst! thi din Røst er sød, og din Skikkelse er yndig.
15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
Griber os Rævene, de smaa Ræve, som fordærve Vingaardene; vore Vingaarde staa i Blomster.
16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,
Min elskede er min, og jeg er hans, som vogter Hjorden iblandt Lillierne.
17 until the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.
Indtil Dagens Luftning kommer, og Skyggerne fly, vend om, bliv lig, min elskede! med en Raa eller en ung Hjort paa Adskillelsens Bjerge!
