Salomos Høisang 6
1 Hvor er din elskede gått hen, du fagreste blandt kvinner, hvor har din elskede tatt veien, så vi kan lete efter ham sammen med dig?
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.
2 Min elskede er gått ned til sin have, til de velluktende blomstersenger, for å vokte sin hjord i havene og for å sanke liljer.
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.
3 Jeg tilhører min elskede, og min elskede tilhører mig, han som vokter sin hjord blandt liljene.
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].
4 Du er fager som Tirsa, min venninne, skjønn som Jerusalem, fryktelig som hærskarer med sine banner.
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.
5 Vend dine øine bort fra mig for de forferder mig! Ditt hår er som en hjord av gjeter som leirer sig nedover Gilead.
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].
6 Dine tenner er som en hjord av får som stiger op av badet; alle har de tvillinger, og intet blandt dem er uten lam.
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.
7 Som et stykke granateple er din tinning bak ditt slør.
Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like [SIM] the halves of a pomegranate.
8 Seksti dronninger har jeg og åtti medhustruer og unge piker uten tall.
Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 (concubines/slave wives) and more young women than anyone can count,
9 Men én er min due, min rene, hun, sin mors eneste, hennes utkårede som fødte henne; jomfruer så henne og priste henne lykkelig, dronninger og medhustruer så henne og hyldet henne.
[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].
10 Hvem er hun som stråler frem som morgenrøden, fager som månen, ren som solen, fryktelig som hærskarer med sine banner?
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?
11 Jeg gikk ned i nøttehaven for å se på dalens grønnende spirer, for å se om vintreet hadde satt skudd, om granatepletrærne stod i blomst.
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.
12 Før jeg visste av det, førte min sjel mig op på mitt gjæve folks vogner.
[But] before I realized it, my desire [to make love caused me to be as excited as] a prince riding in a chariot.
13 Vend om, vend om, Sulammit! Vend om, vend om, så vi får se på dig! - Hvad vil I se på Sulammit? - En dans som i Mahana'im!
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?
