Song of Solomon 6
1 So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look for him with you?
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 love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.
Min Ven gik ned i sin Have, ti lBalsambedene, for at vogte sin Hjord i Haverne og sanke Liljer.
3 I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.
Jeg er min Vens, og min Ven er min, han, som vogter blandt Liljer.
4 You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!
Du er fager, min Veninde, som Tirza, yndig som Jerusalem, frygtelig som Hære under Banner.
5 Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
Vend dine Øjne fra mig, de forvirrer mig så! Dit Hår er som en Gedeflok, bølgende ned fra Gilead.
6 Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!
dine Tænder som en Fåreflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
7 Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
din Tinding er et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør.
8 There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,
Dronningernes Tal er tresindstyve, Medhustruernes firsindstyve, på Terner er der ej Tal.
9 but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.
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 this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!
Hvo er hun, der titter frem som Morgenrøden, fager som Månen, skær som Solen, frygtelig som Hære under Banner?
11 I went down to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
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 I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.
Før jeg vidste af det, satte min Sjæl mig på mit ædle Folks Vogne.
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing 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?"
