1 Énekek éneke, mely Salamoné.
2 Csókoljon meg engem az õ szájának csókjaival;
3 A te drága kenetid jók illatozásra;
4 Vonj engemet te utánad, hadd fussunk!
5 Fekete vagyok, de szép, Jeruzsálem leányai;
6 Ne nézzetek engem, hogy én fekete vagyok, hogy a nap lesütött engem;
7 Mondd meg nékem, [te,] a kit az én lelkem szeret,
8 Mivelhogy nem tudod, oh asszonyok között legszebb!
9 A Faraó szekereiben való paripákhoz hasonlítlak téged, én mátkám.
10 Szépek a te orczáid a [halántékra való] lánczokban,
11 Arany lánczokat csinálunk néked,
12 Mikor a király az õ asztalánál ül,
13 [Olyan] az én szerelmesem nékem, mint egy kötés mirha,
14 [Mint] az Engedi szõlõiben a cziprusfürt,
15 Ímé, szép vagy én mátkám, ímé, szép vagy,
16 Ímé, te [is] szép vagy én szerelmesem, gyönyörûséges,
17 A mi házainknak gerendái czédrusfák,
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee! -The king hath brought me into his chambers-We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
5 I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest {thy flock}, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.