Salomos Høisang 5

1 «Ja, eg kjem til min hage, mi syster, mi brur, min myrra og balsam eg plukkar, mitt brød og min honning eg et og drikk min vin og mi mjølk. Ete lagsbrør, drikk dykkar nøgd, vener.»

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.

2 «Eg låg og sov. Men mitt hjarta vakte, høyr! Der bankar min ven: Mi syster, min hugnad, lat upp, du mi duva, mi frægd! Mitt hovud er vått, av nattedogg lokkarne dryp.»

I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

3 «Eg hev teke av meg kjolen, skal eg klæda på meg att? Eg hev tvege mine føter, skal eg sulka deim til att?»

I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

4 Min ven rette handi gjenom loka inn, då kløkktest mitt hjarta for hans skuld.

My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.

5 So reis eg upp, vilde opna for min ven, av handi mi myrra det draup, av fingrarne rennande myrra det flaut og på dørlåset rann.

I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

6 So opna eg døri for min ven - då venen var kvorven burt. Og hugsprengd eg tenkte på hans ord. Eg søkte, men ikkje honom fann. Eg ropa på han, men ikkje gav han svar.

I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.

7 Meg vaktaran’ møtte som i byen sveiv, dei meg slo, gav meg sår, og sløret ifrå meg dei tok, vaktaran’ på murom.

The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

8 Eg hjarteleg bed dykk, Jerusalems døtter, um de skulde finna min ven, - ja, kva skal de honom segja? - At sjuk av kjærleik eg er.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

9 «Kva er din ven framom andre vener, du fagraste dros? Kva er din ven framum andre, når du naudbed oss so?»

What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

10 «Min ven er ljosleitt og raud, utmerkt framum ti tusund.

My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.

11 Hovudet skiraste gull, palmegreiner er lokkarn’, svarte som ein ramn.

His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.

12 Augo som duvor ved rennande å, dei som laugar seg i mjølk ved braddfull sjø.

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.

13 Kinni som balsam-sengjer, som dåmurt-skrin. Lipporne liljor, som dryp av rennande myrra.

His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 Henderne teiner av gull med krysolitar sette, midja av filsbein med safirar prydd.

His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.

15 Føterne marmor-stolpar på fine gull-stettar. Som Libanon er han å sjå, som ein ceder traust.

His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.

16 Hans munn er søt, hugnad er han all. Slik er venen og felagen min, de Jerusalems døtter.»

His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.