Højsangen 7

 
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                                    1 Hvor skønne er dine Trin i Skoene, du ædelbårne! Dine Hofters Runding er som Halsbånd, Kunstnerhånds Værk,                                

                                    1 “How beautiful are your feet in sandals,O prince’s daughter!The curves of your hips are like jewels,The work of the hands of an artist.                                
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                                    2 dit Skød som det runde Bæger, ej savne det Vin, dit Liv som en Hvededynge, hegnet af Liljer;                                

                                    2 “Your navel is like a round gobletWhich never lacks mixed wine;Your belly is like a heap of wheatFenced about with lilies.                                
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                                    3 dit Bryst som to Hjortekalve, Gazelletvillinger,                                

                                    3 “Your two breasts are like two fawns,Twins of a gazelle.                                
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                                    4 din Hals som Elfenbenstårnet, dine Øjne som Hesjbons damme ved Bat-Rabbims Port, din Næse som Libanons Tårn, der ser mod Damaskus,                                

                                    4 “Your neck is like a tower of ivory,Your eyes like the pools in HeshbonBy the gate of Bath-rabbim;Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,Which faces toward Damascus.                                
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                                    5 Hovedet på dig som Karmel, dit Hoveds Lokker som Purpur; en Konge er fanget i Garnet.                                

                                    5 “Your head crowns you like Carmel,And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;The king is captivated by your tresses.                                
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                                    6 Hvor er du fager og yndig, du elskede, yndefulde!                                

                                    6 “How beautiful and how delightful you are,My love, with all your charms!                                
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                                    7 Som Palmen, så er din Vækst, dit Bryst som Klaser.                                

                                    7 “Your stature is like a palm tree,And your breasts are like its clusters.                                
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                                    8 Jeg tænker: Jeg vil op i Palmen, gribe fat i dens Stilke; dit Bryst skal være som Vinstokkens Klaser, din Næses Ånde som Æbleduft,                                

                                    8 “I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree,I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,And the fragrance of your breath like apples,                                
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                                    9 din Gane som ædel Vin, der liflig flyder ind i min Mund, glider over mine Læber og Tænder.                                

                                    9 And your mouth like the best wine!”
“It goes down smoothly for my beloved,Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.
                                
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                                    10 Jeg er min Vens, og til mig står hans Attrå.                                

                                    10 “I am my beloved’s,And his desire is for me.                                
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                                    11 Kom min Ven, vi vil ud på Landet, blive i Landsbyer Natten over;                                

                                    11 “Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country,Let us spend the night in the villages.                                
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                                    12 Vingårde søger vi årle, vi ser, om Vinstokken skyder, om Knopperne åbnes, Granattræet blomstrer. Der giver jeg dig min Kærlighed.                                

                                    12 “Let us rise early and go to the vineyards;Let us see whether the vine has buddedAnd its blossoms have opened,And whether the pomegranates have bloomed.There I will give you my love.                                
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                                    13 Kærlighedsæblerne dufter, for vor Dør er al Slags Frugt, ny og gammel tillige; til dig, min Ven, har jeg gemt dem. ﻿                                

                                    13 “The mandrakes have given forth fragrance;And over our doors are all choice fruits,Both new and old,Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.