Song of Solomon 7
1 How! they are beautiful feet your in sandals O daughter of a noble [person] [the] curves of thighs your [are] like jewels [the] work of [the] hands of a master-craftsman.
Hvor skønne er dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! Dine Hofters Runding er som Halsbaand, Kunstnerhaands Værk,
2 Navel your [is] [the] bowl of roundness may not it lack mixed wine belly your [is] a heap of wheat fenced around with lilies.
dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;
3 [the] two Breasts your [are] like two fawns twins of a gazelle.
dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger,
4 Neck your [is] like [the] tower of ivory eyes your [are] pools in Heshbon at [the] gate of Bath-Rabbim nose your [is] like [the] tower of Lebanon [which] watches [the] face of Damascus.
din Hals som Elfenbenstaarnet, dine Øjne som Hesjbons Damme ved Bat-Rabbims Port, din Næse som Libanons Taarn, der ser mod Damaskus,
5 Head your on you [is] like Carmel and [the] hair of head your [is] like purple wool [the] king [is] bound by the tresses.
Hovedet paa dig som Karmel, dit Hoveds Lokker som Purpur; en Konge er fanget i Garnet.
6 How! you are beautiful and how! you are lovely O love with delights.
Hvor er du fager og yndig, du elskede, yndefulde!
7 This stature your it is like a palm tree and breasts your clusters.
Som Palmen, saa er din Vækst, dit Bryst som Klaser.
8 I say I will climb up on [the] palm tree I will take hold on fruit-stalks its and may they be please breasts your like [the] clusters of vine (and [the] odor of *L(b)*) nose your like apples.
Jeg tænker: Jeg vil op i Palmen, gribe fat i dens Stilke; dit Bryst skal være som Vinstokkens Klaser, din Næses Aande som Æbleduft,
9 And mouth your like [the] wine of good [which] goes for lover my to smoothness [which] flows gently [the] lips of sleepers.
din Gane som ædel Vin, der liflig flyder ind i min Mund, glider over mine Læber og Tænder.
10 I [belong] to lover my and [is] towards me desire his.
Jeg er min Vens, og til mig staar hans Attraa.
11 Come! O lover my let us go the field let us pass [the] night in the villages.
Kom min Ven, vi vil ud paa Landet, blive i Landsbyer Natten over;
12 Let us rise early to the vineyards let us see if it has budded the vine it has opened the blossom they have bloomed the pomegranates there I will give love my to you.
Vingaarde søger vi aarle, vi ser, om Vinstokken skyder, om Knopperne aabnes, Granattræet blomstrer. Der giver jeg dig min Kærlighed.
13 The mandrakes they have given forth an odor and [will be] over doorway our all choice things new also old O lover my [which] I have stored up for you.
Kærlighedsæblerne dufter, for vor Dør er al Slags Frugt, ny og gammel tillige; til dig, min Ven, har jeg gemt dem.
