Lover

1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love.

Behold, you are beautiful.

Your eyes are like doves behind your veil.

Your hair is as a flock of goats,

that descend from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,

which have come up from the washing,

where every one of them has twins.

None is bereaved among them.

3 Your lips are like scarlet thread.

Your mouth is lovely.

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory,

on which a thousand shields hang,

all the shields of the mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns

that are twins of a roe,

which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,

I will go to the mountain of myrrh,

to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all beautiful, my love.

There is no spot in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

with me from Lebanon.

Look from the top of Amana,

from the top of Senir and Hermon,

from the lions’ dens,

from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.

You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,

with one chain of your neck.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine,

the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;

a locked up spring,

a sealed fountain.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,

henna with spikenard plants,

14 spikenard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree;

myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

15 a fountain of gardens,

a well of living waters,

flowing streams from Lebanon.

Beloved

16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south!

Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out.

Let my beloved come into his garden,

and taste his precious fruits.

1 Hoe mooi is u tog, my vriendin, hoe mooi is u tog, u oë is soos duiwe deur u sluier heen; u hare is soos 'n kudde bokke wat van die gebergte van G¡lead afgolf.

2 U tande is soos 'n kudde pas geskeerde skape wat van die drinkplek opkom, wat almal tweelinge het, en geeneen onder hulle is sonder lam nie.

3 U lippe is soos 'n skarlaken band, en u mond is lieflik. U slape is soos 'n granaatskyf deur u sluier heen.

4 U hals is soos die Dawidstoring, gebou met muurkranse waar die duisend skilde in hang, almal skilde van helde.

5 U twee borste is soos twee lammers, tweelinge van 'n gemsbok, wat onder die lelies wei.

6 Totdat die aandwind waai en die skaduwees vlug, sal ek gaan na die mirreberg en na die wierookheuwel.

7 Alles is mooi aan u, my vriendin, en daar is geen gebrek aan u nie.

8 Saam met my van die L¡banon af, bruid, saam met my van die L¡banon af, o kom! Trek af van die top van Am na, van die top van Senir en van Hermon, van die lêplekke van die leeus, van die berge van die luiperds.

9 U het my hart gesteel, my susterbruid, u het my hart gesteel met een straal van u oë, met een kettinkie van u halssieraad.

10 Hoe skoon is u liefde, my susterbruid, hoeveel beter is u liefde as wyn en die geur van u salf as al die speserye!

11 Heuningstroop drup van u lippe af, bruid, heuning en melk is onder u tong, en die geur van u klere is soos die geur van die L¡banon.

12 My susterbruid is 'n geslote tuin, 'n geslote bron, 'n verseëlde fontein.

13 U spruite is 'n park van granate met kostelike vrugte, henna-blomme met nardus,

14 nardus en saffraan, kalmoes en kaneel, met allerhande wierookstruike, mirre en alewee, met allerhande kostelike speserye.

15 U is 'n fontein van die tuine, 'n put met lewende water wat van die L¡banon afvloei.

16 Word wakker, noordewind, en kom, suidewind, deurwaai my tuin, laat sy balsemgeure uitvloei! Laat my beminde in sy tuin kom en van sy kostelike vrugte eet.