1 Hoe mooi is u skrede in die skoene, o edele dogter! Die golwende lyne van u heupe is soos halssierade, 'n werk van kunstenaarshande.
2 U nawel is 'n ronde kom -- laat die gemengde wyn nie ontbreek nie. U liggaam is 'n hoop koring, omring deur lelies.
3 U twee borste is soos twee lammers, tweelinge van 'n gemsbok.
4 U hals is soos 'n ivoortoring, u oë vywers in Hesbon by die poort Bat-Rabbim; u neus soos die toring van die L¡banon wat na Damaskus toe uitkyk.
5 U hoof op u is soos die Karmel, en die golwende hare van u hoof soos purper -- 'n koning gevang in haarlokke!
6 Hoe mooi en hoe lieflik is u, o liefde, onder al die genietinge!
7 U hoë gestalte daar lyk soos 'n dadelpalm, en u borste soos vrugtetrosse.
8 Ek het gedink: Laat ek op die dadelpalm klim, laat ek sy trosse gryp; en laat u borste tog wees soos trosse van die wingerdstok, en die geur van u asem soos die van appels,
9 en u verhemelte soos die beste wyn wat vir my beminde saggies na binne gly, en oor die lippe vloei van die wat inslaap.
10 Ek is my beminde s'n, en sy begeerte is na my.
11 Kom, my beminde, laat ons uitgaan in die veld, laat ons in die dorpe vernag.
12 Laat ons vroeg na die wingerde gaan, laat ons sien of die wingerdstok uitloop, die druiwebloeisel oopgaan, die granate blom. Daar sal ek u my liefde gee.
13 Die liefdesappels gee geur, en by ons deure is allerhande kostelike vrugte, vars en oud; o my beminde, dit het ek vir u weggebêre.
1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Thy body is like a round goblet,
Wherein no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is like a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;
Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,
I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy breath like apples,
9 And thy mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10 I am my beloved’s;
And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine hath budded,
And its blossom is open,
And the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.