Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you?
Hvor er din elskede hengangen, du dejligste iblandt Kvinderne? hvor har din elskede vendt sig hen? saa ville vi opsøge ham med dig.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.
Min elskede er nedgangen i sin Have, til de duftende Blomsterbede for at vogte Hjorden i Haverne og at sanke Lillier.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
Jeg er min elskedes, og min elskede er min, han, som vogter Hjorden iblandt Lillierne.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
Du, min Veninde! er skøn som Tirza, yndig som Jerusalem, forfærdelig som Hære under Banner.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.
Vend dine Øjne bort fra mig, thi de gøre mig heftig; dit Haar er som en Gedehjord, der kommer op fra Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
Dine Tænder ere som en Faarehjord, som kommer op af Svømmestedet, som alle sammen føde Tvillinger, og blandt hvilke intet er ufrugtbart.
7 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Dine Tindinger ere som et Stykke af Granatæble imellem dine Lokker.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.
Der er tresindstyve Dronninger og firsindstyve Medhustruer og utallige Jomfruer.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:
Een er min Due, min fuldkomne, hun er sin Moders eneste, hun er ren for den, som hende fødte; Døtre saa hende og priste hende lykkelig, Dronninger og Medhustruer, og roste hende.
10 “Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”
Hvo er hun, der titter frem som Morgenrøden, dejlig som Maanen, ren som Solen, forfærdelig som Hære under Banner?
11 I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
Jeg var nedgangen i Nøddehaven at se, hvor det grønnedes i Dalen, at se, om Vintræet havde skudt, om Granattræerne havde blomstret.
12 I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
Førend jeg vidste det, gjorde min Sjæl mig som mit ædle Folks Vogne.
13 Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?
Vend om, vend om, Sulamith! vend om, vend om, at vi maa se paa dig. Hvad ville I se paa Sulamith? Hun er som Dansen i Mahanaim.
