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 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as 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: the upright love thee. 5 I am black, but comely, O ye 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents. 9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. 10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. 11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. 13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. 14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. 15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes. 16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. 17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.