Salomos Høisang 7
1 «Kor fagert din fot stig på skoen, du gjævings møy. Dine lender er bogne som ei sylgja, smidd av ei kunstnarhand.
You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).
2 Fanget som skåli rund, ho aldri vante vin. Livet ein kveitehaug med liljor ikring.
Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.
3 Eit killingpar barmen, tvillingar til ei gasella.
Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).
4 Din hals som eit filsbeinstårn, augo som Hesbons tjørner ved Bat-rabbims port. Nasen som Libanons tårn, som vender imot Damaskus.
Your neck is like [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.
5 Ditt hovudet som Karmel ris upp, og lokkarne purpur er, ein konge i flettom er fanga.»
Your head is [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.
6 «Å, kor fager, kor frid du er, du kjærleik so hugnadrik!
You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.
7 Som ei palma er du i vokster, som druvor din barm.
You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.
8 Eg meiner upp i palmen eg stig, i stylkerne tek eg tak, din barm skal vera som druvor, din ande er som dåm av eple.
I said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples
9 Og munnen som ljuvaste vin.» «Som lett glid ned for min ven og kveikjer sovandes lippor.
and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.
10 Til min ven høyrer eg, og til meg stend hans trå.»
I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.
11 «Kom so min ven, ut på marki lat oss gå og i byom oss kvara!
You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).
12 Og i otta inni vingardom sjå, um vintreet sprett, um knupparne spring, um granattreet blømer! Der vil eg gjeva min elsk til deg.
And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make love to you.
13 Frå kjærleiks-epli strøymer ein fræn, alle slag frukt er ved dørom. Nye og gamle, min ven, hev eg gøymt til deg.
The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.
