Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to garden my O sister my bride I have gathered myrrh my with spice my I have eaten honeycomb my with honey my I have drunk wine my with milk my eat O friends drink and become drunk O lovers.
Jeg kommer i min Have, min Søster, min Brud, jeg plukker min Myrra og Balsam, jeg spiser min Honning og Saft, jeg drikker min Vin og Mælk. Venner, spis og drik og berus jer i Kærlighed!
2 I [was] sleeping and heart my [was] awake [the] sound of - lover my knocking open to me O sister my friend my dove my perfect [one] my that head my [is] filled dew locks my dewdrops of night.
Jeg sov, men mit Hjerte vaaged; tys, da banked min Ven: »Luk op for mig, o Søster, min Veninde, min Due, min rene, thi mit Hoved er fuldt af Dug, mine Lokker af Nattens Draaber.«
3 I have taken off tunic my how? will I put on it I have washed feet my how? will I dirty them.
Jeg har taget min Kjortel af, skal jeg atter tage den paa? Jeg har tvættet mine Fødder, skal jeg atter snavse dem til?
4 Lover my he sent hand his from the hole and inward parts my they were turbulent on him.
Gennem Gluggen rakte min Ven sin Haand, det brusede stærkt i mit Indre.
5 I arose I to open to lover my and hands my they dripped myrrh and fingers my myrrh flowing on [the] handles of the bolt.
Jeg stod op og aabned for min Ven; mine Hænder drypped af Myrra, mine Fingre af flydende Myrra, da de rørte ved Laasens Haandtag.
6 I opened I to lover my and lover my he had turned away he had passed away being my it went out when turned aside he I sought him and not I found him I called him and not he answered me.
Saa lukked jeg op for min Ven, men min Ven var gaaet sin Vej. Jeg var ude af mig selv ved hans Ord. Jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke, kaldte, han svared mig ikke.
7 They found me the watchmen who go around in the city they struck me they bruised me they lifted garment my from on me [the] watchmen of the walls.
Vægterne, som færdes i Byen, traf mig, de slog og saared mig; Murens Vægtere rev Kappen af mig.
8 I adjure you O daughters of Jerusalem if you will find lover my what? will you tell to him that [am] weak of love I.
Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Saafremt I finder min Ven, hvad skal I da sige til ham? At jeg er syg af Kærlighed!
9 How [is]? lover your more than a lover O beautiful [one] among women how? [is] lover your more than a lover that thus you have adjured us.
»Hvad Fortrin har da din Ven, du fagreste blandt Kvinder? Hvad Fortrin har da din Ven, at du besværger os saa?«
10 Lover my [is] dazzling and ruddy [is] conspicuous more than ten thousand.
Min Ven er hvid og rød, herlig blandt Titusinder,
11 Head his [is] gold of pure gold locks his [are] curls black like raven.
hans Hoved er det fineste Guld, hans Lokker er Ranker, sorte som Ravne,
12 Eyes his [are] like doves at channels of water washing in milk sitting on fullness.
hans Øjne som Duer ved rindende Bække, badet i Mælk og siddende ved Strømme,
13 Cheeks his [are] like [the] bed of spice towers of aromatic herbs lips his [are] lilies dripping myrrh flowing.
hans Kinder som Balsambede, Skabe med Vellugt, hans Læber er Liljer, de drypper af flydende Myrra,
14 Hands his [are] rods of gold filled with chrysolite lower parts his [are] a plate of ivory covered sapphires.
hans Hænder er Stænger af Guld, fyldt med Rubiner, hans Liv en Elfenbensplade, besat med Safirer,
15 Legs his [are] pillars of marble founded on bases of pure gold appearance his [is] like Lebanon chosen like cedars.
hans Ben er Søjler af Marmor Paa Sokler af Guld, hans Skikkelse som Libanon, herlig som Cedre,
16 Mouth his [is] sweetness and all of him [is] desirableness this [is] lover my and this [is] friend my O daughters of Jerusalem.
hans Gane er Sødme, han er idel Ynde. Saadan er min elskede, saadan min Ven, Jerusalems Døtre.
