Song of Solomon 4

1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.

Hvor du er fager, min veninde, hvor er du fager! Dine Øjne er Duer bag sløret, dit Hår som en Gedeflok bølgende ned fra Gilead,

2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

dine Tænder som en nyklippet Fåreflok, der kommer fra Bad, som alle har Tvillinger, intet er uden Lam;

3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

som en Purpursnor er dine Læber, yndig din Mund, din Tinding som et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør;

4 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.

din Hals er som Davids Tårn, der er bygget til Udkig, tusinde Skjolde hænger derpå, kun Helteskjolde;

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.

dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelle tvillinger, der græsser blandt Liljer.

6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

Til Dagen svales og Skyggerne længes, vil jeg vandre til Myrrabjerget og Vellugtshøjen.

7 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.

Du er fuldendt fager, min Veninde og uden Lyde.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.

Kom med mig fra Libanon, Brud, kom med mig fra Libanon, stig ned fra Amanas Tinde, fra Senirs og Hermons Tinde, fra Løvers Huler, fra Panteres Bjerge!

9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.

Du har fanget mig, min Søster, min Brud, du har fanget mig med et af dine Blikke, med en af din Halses Kæder.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.

Hvor herlig er din Kærlighed, min Søster, min Brud, hvor din Kærlighed er god fremfor Vin, dine Salvers Duft fremfor alskens Vellugt!

11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Dine Læber drypper af Sødme, min Brud, under din Tunge er Honning og Mælk; dine Klæders Duft er som Libanons Duft.

12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.

Min Søster, min Brud er en lukket Have, en lukket Kilde, et Væld under Segl.

13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,

Dine Skud er en Lund af Granattræer med kostelige Frugter, Kofer,

14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.

Nardus og Kalmus og Kanel og alle Slags Vellugtstræer, Myrra og Safran og Aloe og alskens ypperlig Balsam.

15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.

Min Haves Væld er en Brønd med rindende Vand og Strømme fra Libanon.

16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.

Nordenvind, vågn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, så dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!