Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Hvor skønne er dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbaarne! Dine Hofters Runding er som Halsbaand, Kunstnerhaands Værk,
2 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;
3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.
dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger,
4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thy eyes [like] the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus.
din Hals som Elfenbenstaarnet, dine Øjne som Hesjbons Damme ved Bat-Rabbims Port, din Næse som Libanons Taarn, der ser mod Damaskus,
5 Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
Hovedet paa dig som Karmel, dit Hoveds Lokker som Purpur; en Konge er fanget i Garnet.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Hvor er du fager og yndig, du elskede, yndefulde!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
Som Palmen, saa er din Vækst, dit Bryst som Klaser.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose 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 the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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 his desire [is] towards me.
Jeg er min Vens, og til mig staar hans Attraa.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Kom min Ven, vi vil ud paa Landet, blive i Landsbyer Natten over;
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Vingaarde søger vi aarle, vi ser, om Vinstokken skyder, om Knopperne aabnes, Granattræet blomstrer. Der giver jeg dig min Kærlighed.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Kærlighedsæblerne dufter, for vor Dør er al Slags Frugt, ny og gammel tillige; til dig, min Ven, har jeg gemt dem.
