1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. 2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. 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 clusters of grapes . 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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 if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. 13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits , new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Koris
1 “Atgriezies, atgriezies, Šulamīte,
atgriezies, atgriezies,
lai tevi aplūkojam.”
Līgavainis
“Kas jums ko redzēt no Šulamītes,
kad tā dejo starp diviem pulkiem?
2 Cik skaistas tavas pēdas sandalēs,
tu, augstmaņa meita.
Tavu gurnu apaļums
ir kā rotkaļa darināts.
3 Tava naba –
apaļš trauks, kurā neizsīkst vīns.
Tavs vēders –
lilijām apsprausta kviešu stirpa.
4 Abas tavas krūtis
kā divi stirnēni,
kā gazeļu dvīņi.
5 Tavs kakls kā ziloņkaula tornis,
tavas acis – Hešbonas dīķi
pie Bat-Rabīmas vārtiem,
tavs deguns kā Lebanona tornis,
kas raugās uz Damasku.
6 Tava galva pār tevi kā Karmels,
tavas matu cirtas kā purpurs –
ķēniņš sagūstīts tajās.
7 Cik skaista un cik tīkama,
tu, baudpilnā mīlestība!
8 Tavs augums ir palmai līdzīgs
un tavas krūtis kā ķekari.
9 Es saku – kāpšu palmā,
ķeršos pie zariem!
Un lai tavas krūtis kā vīna ķekari
un tavu nāšu elpa kā āboli.
10 Tavas aukslējas
kā labs vīns!
Tas glāsta mana mīļotā muti,
plūst man pār lūpām un zobiem.”
Līgava
11 “Es – mīļajam manam,
un viņš mani kāro.
12 Nāc, mans mīļais,
izejam laukos,
nakšņojam ciemos!
13 Ceļamies agri
un ejam vīnadārzos
lūkot, vai vīnstīga rieš,
vai pumpuri atvērušies,
vai plaukst granātkoki, –
tur es glāstīšu tevi.
14 Mandragora dod smaržu,
un ap mūsu durvīm
ir visādi saldi augļi –
svaigus un sažāvētus,
mīļais mans,
es tev esmu tos saglabājusi.
