Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful among women? In what direction has your beloved gone, so that we may seek him with you?

Hvor er din Ven gået hen, du fagreste blandt Kvinder? Hvor har din ven vendt sig hen? Vi vil søge ham med dig.

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.

Min Ven gik ned i sin Have, ti lBalsambedene, for at vogte sin Hjord i Haverne og sanke Liljer.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.

Jeg er min Vens, og min Ven er min, han, som vogter blandt Liljer.

4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.

Du er fager, min Veninde, som Tirza, yndig som Jerusalem, frygtelig som Hære under Banner.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.

Vend dine Øjne fra mig, de forvirrer mig så! Dit Hår er som en Gedeflok, bølgende ned fra Gilead.

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

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

7 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

din Tinding er et bristet Granatæble bag ved dit Slør.

8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.

Dronningernes Tal er tresindstyve, Medhustruernes firsindstyve, på Terner er der ej Tal.

9 My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:

Men een er hun, min Due, min rene, hun, sin Moders eneste, hun, sin Moders Kælebarn. Blev hun set af Piger, fik hun Pris, af Dronninger og Medhustruer Hyldest.

10 “Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”

Hvo er hun, der titter frem som Morgenrøden, fager som Månen, skær som Solen, frygtelig som Hære under Banner?

11 I went down into the grove of nut trees to see the young growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

Jeg gik ned i Nøddehaven for at se, hvor det grønnes i Dale for at se, om Vintræet skød, om Granattræet nu stod i Blomst.

12 I was so happy that I felt I was riding in the chariot of a prince.

Før jeg vidste af det, satte min Sjæl mig på mit ædle Folks Vogne.

13 Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman; turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you. The woman speaking to the friends Why do you gaze on the perfect woman, as if on the dance between two armies?

Vend dig, vend dig, Sulamit, vend dig, vend dig, så vi kan se dig!"Hvad vil I se på Sulamit, mens Sværddansen trædes?"