1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
for your love is better than wine.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.
Your name is oil poured out,
therefore the virgins love you.
4 Take me away with you.
Let’s hurry.
The king has brought me into his rooms.
We will be glad and rejoice in you.
We will praise your love more than wine!
They are right to love you.
5 I am dark, but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem,
like Kedar’s tents,
like Solomon’s curtains.
6 Don’t stare at me because I am dark,
because the sun has scorched me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me.
They made me keeper of the vineyards.
I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you graze your flock,
where you rest them at noon;
for why should I be as one who is veiled
beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you don’t know, most beautiful among women,
follow the tracks of the sheep.
Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared you, my love,
to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you earrings of gold,
with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table,
my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,
that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
Behold, you are beautiful.
Your eyes are like doves.
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant;
and our couch is verdant.
17 The beams of our house are cedars.
Our rafters are firs.
1 Die hooglied van Salomo.
2 Laat hy my kus met kusse van sy mond; want u liefde is kosteliker as wyn.
3 U salf is aangenaam van geur, u naam is soos salf wat uitgegiet is; daarom het die jonkvroue u lief.
4 Trek my agter u aan, laat ons gou maak! Die koning het my in sy binnekamers gebring. Ons wil juig en ons in u verheug, ons wil u liefde prys meer as wyn. Met reg het hulle u lief.
5 Ek is bruin gebrand maar lieflik, o dogters van Jerusalem, soos die tente van Kedar, soos die gordyne van Salomo.
6 Moenie na my kyk omdat ek so bruinerig is, omdat die son my verbrand het nie: die seuns van my moeder was toornig op my; hulle het my aangestel as oppasser van die wingerde; my eie wingerd het ek nie opgepas nie.
7 Vertel my tog, my sielsbeminde, waar laat u wei, waar laat u smiddags die vee lê en rus? Want waarom sou ek wees soos een wat haar met 'n sluier toedraai by die kuddes van u metgeselle?
8 As u dit self nie weet nie, mooiste onder die vroue, gaan dan uit op die spore van die skape en laat u bokkies wei by die hutte van die herders.
9 Met die perde voor 'n wa van Farao vergelyk ek u, my vriendin!
10 Lieflik is u wange tussen die kettinkies, u hals in die snoere.
11 Ons sal vir u goue kettinkies maak met silwerknoppe.
12 So lank as die koning aan sy tafel was, het my nardus sy geur gegee.
13 My beminde is vir my 'n bossie mirre wat tussen my borste rus.
14 My beminde is vir my 'n tros henna-blomme in die wingerde van Ângedi.
15 Hoe mooi is u tog, my vriendin! Hoe mooi is u tog, u oë is soos duiwe!
16 Hoe mooi is u tog, my beminde, ja lieflik; ook is ons bed in die groenigheid.
17 Die balke van ons huise is seders, ons paneelwerk sipresse.