Salomos Høisang 5
1 Jeg er kommet til min have, min søster, min brud! Jeg har plukket min myrra og min balsam, jeg har ett min honningkake og min honning, jeg har drukket min vin og min melk. Et, venner, og drikk! Drikk eder lystige, mine elskede!
My bride, [you who are dearer to me than] my sister, I have come [to cuddle up to you] [MET, EUP]; [it will be as though] I will be gathering myrrh with my other spices, and eating my honey and my honeycomb, and drinking my wine and my milk. You two who love each other, enjoy your lovemaking; enjoy all that you want to.
2 Jeg sover, men mitt hjerte våker; da lyder min elskedes røst - han banker på: Lukk op for mig, min søster, min venninne, min due, du rene! For mitt hode er fullt av dugg, mine lokker av nattens dråper.
I was partially asleep, but my mind was [still] awake. Then I heard the one who loves me knocking [at the door]. [He said], “My darling, [you who are dearer to me than] my sister, my dear friend, my perfect one, my dove [MET], open the door for me! My hair is wet from the dew, from the mist [that has fallen during] the night.”
3 Jeg sa: Jeg har tatt av mig min kjortel, skulde jeg da ta den på igjen? Jeg har tvettet mine føtter, skulde jeg da skitne dem til?
[But] I had already taken off my robe; I did not [RHQ] want to put it on again [to open the door]. I had [already] washed my feet; I did not [RHQ] want them to become dirty again.
4 Min elskede rakte sin hånd inn gjennem luken; da blev mitt hjerte rørt for hans skyld.
The one who loves me put his hand through the opening [in the wall], and I was thrilled [that he was there].
5 Jeg stod op for å lukke op for min elskede, og mine hender dryppet av myrra, mine fingrer av flytende myrra, som vætte låsens håndtak.
I got up to open [the door] for the one who loves me, [but first I put a lot of] myrrh on my hands. The myrrh was dripping from my fingers while I unlatched the bolt.
6 Jeg lukket op for min elskede, men min elskede hadde vendt om og gått bort; min sjel var ute av sig selv over hans ord; jeg lette efter ham, men fant ham ikke; jeg ropte på ham, men han svarte mig ikke.
I opened [the door] for the man who loves me, but he had left. He had turned away and was gone! I was very disappointed [IDM]; I searched for him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7 Vekterne, som går omkring i byen, møtte mig, de slo mig, de såret mig; de tok mitt slør fra mig, vekterne på murene.
The city watchmen saw me while they were walking around the city. They beat me and wounded me [because they thought I must be a prostitute]; those men who were guarding the city walls took my robe.
8 Jeg ber eder inderlig, I Jerusalems døtre! Om I finner min elskede, hvad skal I si ham? - At jeg er syk av kjærlighet.
You young women of Jerusalem, I plead with you, if you see the man who loves me, tell him [DOU] that I am very disappointed that we did not make love.
9 Hvad er din elskede fremfor andre elskede, du fagreste blandt kvinner, hvad er din elskede fremfor andre elskede, siden du ber oss så inderlig?
You who are the (fairest/most beautiful) among women, why [do you think that] the one who loves you is better than other men? In what way is the man who loves you better than other men with the result that you ask us to tell him that?
10 Min elskede er hvit og rød, utmerket fremfor ti tusen.
The man who loves me is handsome and healthy, (outstanding among/better than) (10,000/an uncountable number of) [other men].
11 Hans hode er som det fineste gull; hans lokker er kruset, sorte som ravnen.
His head is [beautiful, like] [MET] purest gold; his hair is wavy and as black as [SIM] a raven/crow.
12 Hans øine er som duer ved rinnende bekker; de bader sig i melk, de hviler i sin ramme.
His eyes [are as gentle] as [SIM] doves along the streams; [the white parts of] his eyes are as white as [MET] milk, [with what resembles] jewels inlaid in them.
13 Hans kinner er som velluktende blomstersenger, som det vokser krydderurter i; hans leber er som liljer, de drypper av flytende myrra.
His cheeks are like [SIM] a garden full of spice trees that produce [sweet-smelling] perfume. His lips are [like] [SIM] lilies that have myrrh/perfume dripping from them.
14 Hans hender er gullringer med innlagte krysolitter, hans midje er et kunstverk av elfenben, dekket med safirer.
His arms are like [MET] gold bars/rods that are decorated with precious stones/jewels. His body is like [SIM] [a column/pillar of] ivory that is decorated with (sapphires/valuable [blue] stones).
15 Hans ben er marmorstøtter, som står på fotstykker av fineste gull; hans skikkelse er som Libanon, herlig som sedrene.
His legs are [like] [MET] pillars of marble that are set in bases made of pure gold. He is [majestic, like the mountains of] [SIM] Lebanon, as delightful/beautiful as [SIM] cedar [trees].
16 Hans gane er sødme, og alt ved ham er liflighet. Slik er min elskede, slik er min venn, I Jerusalems døtre!
His kisses [MTY] are extremely sweet; he is very handsome. You young women of Jerusalem, all that tells you why the one who loves me and who is my friend [is better than other men].
