아가 4

1내 사랑 너는 어여쁘고도 어여쁘다 너울 속에 있는 네 눈이 비둘기 같고 네 머리털은 길르앗 산 기슭에 누운 무리 염소 같구나 2네 이는 목욕장에서 나온 털 깎인 암양 곧 새끼 없는 것은 하나도 없이 각각 쌍태를 낳은 양 같구나 3네 입술은 홍색 실 같고 네 입은 어여쁘고 너울 속의 네 뺨은 석류 한 쪽 같구나 4네 목은 군기를 두려고 건축한 다윗의 망대 곧 일천 방패, 용사의 모든 방패가 달린 망대 같고 5네 두 유방은 백합화 가운데서 꼴을 먹는 쌍태 노루 새끼 같구나 6날이 기울고 그림자가 갈 때에 내가 몰약 산과 유향의 작은 산으로 가리라 7나의 사랑 너는 순전히 어여뻐서 아무 흠이 없구나 8나의 신부야 너는 레바논에서부터 나와 함께 하고 레바논에서부터 나와 함께 가자 아마나와 스닐과 헤르몬 꼭대기에서 사자 굴과 표범 산에서 내려다보아라 9나의 누이, 나의 신부야 네가 내 마음을 빼앗았구나 네 눈으로 한번 보는 것과 네 목의 구슬 한 꿰미로 내 마음을 빼앗았구나 10나의 누이, 나의 신부야 네 사랑이 어찌 그리 아름다운지 네 사랑은 포도주에 지나고 네 기름의 향기는 각양 향품보다 승하구나 11내 신부야 네 입술에서는 꿀 방울이 떨어지고 네 혀 밑에는 꿀과 젖이 있고 네 의복의 향기는 레바논의 향기 같구나 12나의 누이, 나의 신부는 잠근 동산이요 덮은 우물이요 봉한 샘이로구나 13네게서 나는 것은 석류나무와 각종 아름다운 과수와 고벨화와 나도초와 14나도와 번홍화와 창포와 계수와 각종 유향목과 몰약과 침향과 모든 귀한 향품이요 15너는 동산의 샘이요 생수의 우물이요 레바논에서부터 흐르는 시내로구나 16북풍아 일어나라 남풍아 오라 나의 동산에 불어서 향기를 날리라 나의 사랑하는 자가 그 동산에 들어가서 그 아름다운 실과 먹기를 원하노라

1Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. 2Your 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. 3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. 5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. 6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. 7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. 8Come 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. 9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. 10How 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! 11Your 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. 12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants, 14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, 15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved 16Awake, 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.

1Zie, gij zijt schoon, Mijn vriendin! zie, gij zijt schoon; uw ogen zijn duiven ogen tussen uw vlechten; uw haar is als een kudde geiten, die het gras van den berg Gileads afscheren. 2Uw tanden zijn als een kudde schapen, die geschoren zijn, die uit de wasstede opkomen; die al te zamen tweelingen voortbrengen, en geen onder hen is jongeloos. 3Uw lippen zijn als een scharlaken snoer, en uw spraak is liefelijk; de slaap uws hoofds is als een stuk van een granaatappel tussen uw vlechten. 4Uw hals is als Davids toren, die gebouwd is tot ophanging van wapentuig, waar duizend rondassen aan hangen, altemaal zijnde schilden der helden. 5Uw twee borsten zijn gelijk twee welpen, tweelingen van een ree, die onder de lelien weiden. 6Totdat de dag aankomt, en de schaduwen vlieden, zal Ik gaan tot den mirreberg, en tot den wierookheuvel. 7Geheel zijt gij schoon, Mijn vriendin, en er is geen gebrek aan u. 8Bij Mij van den Libanon af, o bruid! kom bij Mij van den Libanon af; zie van den top van Amana, van den top van Senir en van Hermon, van de woningen der leeuwinnen, van de bergen der luipaarden. 9Gij hebt Mij het hart genomen, Mijn zuster, o bruid! gij hebt Mij het hart genomen, met een van uw ogen, met een keten van uw hals. 10Hoe schoon is uw uitnemende liefde, Mijn zuster, o bruid! hoeveel beter is uw uitnemende liefde dan wijn, en de reuk uwer olien dan alle specerijen! 11Uw lippen, o bruid! druppen van honigzeem; honig en melk is onder uw tong, en de reuk uwer klederen is als de reuk van Libanon. 12Mijn zuster, o bruid! gij zijt een besloten hof, een besloten wel, een verzegelde fontein. 13Uw scheuten zijn een paradijs van granaatappelen, met edele vruchten, cyprus met nardus; 14Nardus en saffraan, kalmus en kaneel, met allerlei bomen van wierook, mirre en aloe, mitsgaders alle voornaamste specerijen. 15O fontein der hoven, put der levende wateren, die uit Libanon vloeien! 16Ontwaak, noordenwind! en kom, Gij zuidenwind! doorwaai mijn hof, dat zijn specerijen uitvloeien. O, dat mijn Liefste tot Zijn hof kwame, en ate zijn edele vruchten!