Song of Solomon 6
1 You who are the most beautiful of all the women, where has the one who loves you gone? [If you tell us] which [RHQ] direction he went, we will go with you to search for him.
«Kvar helst er han gjengen, din ven, du fagraste dros? Kvar helst hev din ven svive av, so me kann leita med deg?»
2 The one who loves me has now come [to me, who am like] [MET, EUP] his garden, He has come to [enjoy my (charms/physical attractions) which are like] [MET, EUP] spices, to enjoy cuddling up to me [EUP, MET], and [kissing my lips, which are like] [MET] lilies.
«Min ven gjekk til hagen sin ned, til balsam-sengjer, til å gjæta i hagom og liljor sanka.»
3 I belong to the one who loves me, and the one who loves me belongs to me; he [enjoys kissing] my lips like [MET] [a shepherd enjoys] taking care of [his sheep].
«Min ven er min og eg er hans, han som gjæter millom liljor.»
4 My darling, you are beautiful, like [SIM] Tirzah [the capital city of Israel] and Jerusalem [the capital city of Judah are beautiful]; you are as exciting [MET] as a [group/battalion of] troops holding up their banners.
«Du er fager, du min hugnad, som Tirsa, som Jerusalem er du frid, som herfylgje ageleg.
5 Quit looking at me like that, because your eyes excite me very much. Your [long black] hair [moves from side to side] like [SIM] a flock of [black] goats [moving down the slopes] of Gilead [Mountain].
Snu augo dine ifrå meg, for dei magtstel meg. Ditt hår er ein geiteflokk likt, ned Gilead renn.
6 Your teeth are [very white] like [SIM] a flock of sheep [whose wool] has just been shorn and that have come up from being washed [in a stream]. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.
Dine tenner ein flokk med sauer, komne upp or laug, med tvillingar alle, utan lamb er ingen.
7 Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like [SIM] the halves of a pomegranate.
Som eit granateple-brot din tinning glytter fram attum slør.
8 Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 (concubines/slave wives) and more young women than anyone can count,
Seksti dronningar, åtteti fylgjekvende, av møyar ein endelaus lyd.
9 [none of them would be like] my dove, who is perfect, you who are your mother’s only daughter, whom your mother considers to be very precious. [Other] young women who see you say that you are fortunate, and the queens and concubines recognize that you [are very beautiful].
Men ei einast’ mi duva, mi frægd, einaste barnet til mor, brikna hennar som henne åtte. Ho vert sælka av møyar, henne ser, av dronningar og fylgjekvende lova.»
10 Who is [RHQ] this woman who is [as delightful] as [SIM] the dawn, as fair/delightful [to look at] as [the light of] the moon, as exciting as a [group/battalion of] troops holding up their banners?
«Kven er ho som lik morgonroden gloser, som fullmånen fager, brikjeleg som sol, som herfylgje ageleg?»
11 I went down to some walnut trees to look at the new plants that were growing in the valley. I wanted to see if the grapevines had budded or if the pomegranate trees were blooming.
«Eg gjekk ned i natahagen, vilde sjå kor det grønkast i dale, vilde sjå um vintreet spratt, um granateple-treet bar blom.
12 [But] before I realized it, my desire [to make love caused me to be as excited as] a prince riding in a chariot.
Eg visste’kje av, fyrr hugen meg drog og meg sette på mitt gjæve folks vogn.»
13 You who are the perfect one, come back [to us], in order that we may see you! Why do you want to look at this woman who is perfect, like [SIM] you like to watch two rows/lines of people dancing?
«Å, snu deg, snu deg, Sulammit! Snu deg, snu deg, so me deg ser.» «Kva er det å sjå på Sulammit?» «Ein dans som i Mahanajim.»
