Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
Hvor skønne er dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbårne! Dine Hofters Runding er som Halsbånd, Kunstnerhånds Værk,
2 Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger,
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
din Hals som Elfenbenstårnet, dine Øjne som Hesjbons damme ved Bat-Rabbims Port, din Næse som Libanons Tårn, der ser mod Damaskus,
5 Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
Hovedet på dig som Karmel, dit Hoveds Lokker som Purpur; en Konge er fanget i Garnet.
6 How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
Hvor er du fager og yndig, du elskede, yndefulde!
7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
Som Palmen, så er din Vækst, dit Bryst som Klaser.
8 I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
Jeg tænker: Jeg vil op i Palmen, gribe fat i dens Stilke; dit Bryst skal være som Vinstokkens Klaser, din Næses Ånde som Æbleduft,
9 May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
din Gane som ædel Vin, der liflig flyder ind i min Mund, glider over mine Læber og Tænder.
10 I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
Jeg er min Vens, og til mig står hans Attrå.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
Kom min Ven, vi vil ud på Landet, blive i Landsbyer Natten over;
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Vingårde søger vi årle, vi ser, om Vinstokken skyder, om Knopperne åbnes, Granattræet blomstrer. Der giver jeg dig min Kærlighed.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Kærlighedsæblerne dufter, for vor Dør er al Slags Frugt, ny og gammel tillige; til dig, min Ven, har jeg gemt dem.
