Song of Solomon 1
1 THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
Højsangen, som er af Salomo.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
Han kysse mig med Kys af sin Mund; thi din Kærlighed er bedre end Vin.
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
Dine Salver ere gode at lugte, dit Navn er som en Salve, der udgydes; derfor elske unge Piger dig.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee; the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
Drag mig! efter dig ville vi løbe; Kongen førte mig ind i sine inderste Kamre; vi ville fryde os og glæde os i dig, vi ville prise din Kærlighed mere end Vin; de oprigtige elske dig.
5 'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Jeg er sort, dog yndig, I Jerusalems Døtre! som Kedars Pauluner, som Salomos Telte.
6 Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'
Ser ikke paa mig, at jeg er sort; thi Solen har brændt mig; min Moders Sønner ere blevne vrede paa mig, de have sat mig til Vingaardenes Vogterinde; min Vingaard, som jeg havde, har jeg ikke bevogtet.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?
Giv mig til Kende, du, hvem min Sjæl elsker! hvor du vogter, hvor du lader Hjorden ligge om Middagen, at jeg ikke skal være som en Kvinde, der gaar tilhyllet ved dine Medbrødres Hjorde.
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.
Dersom du ikke ved det, du dejligste iblandt Kvinderne! da gak ud i Faarenes Spor, og vogt dine Kid ved Hyrdernes Boliger!
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Ved Hestene for Faraos Vogn ligner jeg dig, min Veninde!
10 Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
Dine Kinder ere yndige under Kæderne og din Hals under Perlesnorene.
11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
Vi ville gøre dig Guldkæder med Sølvprikker.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
Saa længe Kongen var i sin Kreds, gav min Nardus sin Lugt.
13 My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
Min elskede er mig en Myrrakugle, som forbliver imellem mine Bryster.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Min elskede er mig en Koferdrue, i Vingaardene, udi En-Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
Se, du, min Veninde! er dejlig; se, du er dejlig, dine Øjne ere Duer.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
Se, du, min elskede! er yndig, ja yndig, ja, vort Leje er grønt.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
Vore Huses Bjælker ere Cedre, vort Loft er Cypresser.
