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.»

Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.

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 sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks 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 shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

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

My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly 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 rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

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 opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

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

The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; 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 have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded 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 kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?

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

My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

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

His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

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

His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

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

His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.

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

His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.

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

His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.

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

His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.