1 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,
1 “How beautiful you are, my darling,How beautiful you are!Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;Your hair is like a flock of goatsThat have descended from Mount Gilead.
8 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!
8 “Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,May you come with me from Lebanon.Journey down from the summit of Amana,From the summit of Senir and Hermon,From the dens of lions,From the mountains of leopards.
16 Nordenvind, vågn, Søndenvind kom, blæs gennem min Have, så dens Vellugt spredes! Min Ven komme ind i sin Have og nyde dens udsøgte Frugt!
16 “Awake, O north wind,And come, wind of the south;Make my garden breathe out fragrance,Let its spices be wafted abroad.May my beloved come into his gardenAnd eat its choice fruits!”
Det Nye Testamente 1907. Det Gamle Testamente 1931
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