Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, behold, you [are] beautiful, Your eyes [are] doves behind your veil, Your hair as a row of the goats that have shone from Mount Gilead,
Hvor du er fager, min Veninde, hvor er du fager! Dine Øjne er Duer bag sløret, dit Haar som en Gedeflok bølgende ned fra Gilead,
2 Your teeth as a row of the shorn ones that have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
dine Tænder som en nyklippet Faareflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;
3 As a thread of scarlet [are] your lips, And your speech [is] lovely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil,
som en Purpursnor er dine Læber, yndig din Mund, din Tinding som et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør;
4 As the Tower of David [is] your neck, built for an armory, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
din Hals er som Davids Taarn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpaa, kun Helteskjolde;
5 Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.
6 Until the day breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, I go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, vil jeg vandre til Myrrabjerget og Vellugtshøjen.
7 You [are] all beautiful, my friend, And there is not a blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.
8 Come from Lebanon, come in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
Kom med mig fra Libanon, Brud, kom med mig fra Libanon, stig ned fra Amanas Tinde, fra Senirs og Hermons Tinde, fra Løvers Huler, fra Panteres Bjerge!
9 You have emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
Du har fanget mig, min Søster, min Brud, du har fanget mig med et af dine Blikke, med en af din Halses Kæder.
10 How beautiful have been your loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been your loves than wine, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices.
Hvor herlig er din Kærlighed, min Søster, min Brud, hvor din Kærlighed er god fremfor Vin, dine Salvers Duft fremfor alskens Vellugt!
11 Your lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.
Dine Læber drypper af Sødme, min Brud, under din Tunge er Honning og Mælk; dine Klæders Duft er som Libanons Duft.
12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.
Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.
13 Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,
14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.
15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
Nordenvind, vaagn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, saa dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!
