| | Louis Segond | King James | American std | Diodati |
| 1 | J'entre dans mon jardin, ma soeur, ma fiancée ; Je cueille ma myrrhe avec mes aromates, Je mange mon rayon de miel avec mon miel, Je bois mon vin avec mon lait... -Mangez, amis, buvez, enivrez-vous d'amour ! - | I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. | I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. | Sono entrato nel mio giardino, o mia sorella, sposa mia, ho colto la mia mirra col mio balsamo; ho mangiato il mio favo col mio miele, ho bevuto il mio vino col mio latte. Amici, mangiate, bevete; sì inebriatevi, o diletti! |
| 2 | J'étais endormie, mais mon coeur veillait... C'est la voix de mon bien-aimé, qui frappe : -Ouvre-moi, ma soeur, mon amie, Ma colombe, ma parfaite ! Car ma tête est couverte de rosée, Mes boucles sont pleines des gouttes de la nuit. - | I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. | I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. | Io dormivo, ma il mio cuore vegliava. Sento la voce del mio diletto, che picchia e dice: Aprimi, sorella mia, amica mia, colomba mia, mia perfetta, perché il mio capo è pieno di rugiada, e i miei riccioli di gocce della notte. |
| 3 | J'ai ôté ma tunique ; comment la remettrais-je ? J'ai lavé mes pieds ; comment les salirais-je ? | I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? | I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? | Mi sono tolta la veste, come me la rimetterei? Mi sono lavata i piedi, come li sporcherei di nuovo? |
| 4 | Mon bien-aimé a passé la main par la fenêtre, Et mes entrailles se sont émues pour lui. | My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. | My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], And my heart was moved for him. | Il mio diletto ha messo la mano nel buco della porta, e le mie viscere si sono commosse per lui. |
| 5 | Je me suis levée pour ouvrir à mon bien-aimé ; Et de mes mains a dégoutté la myrrhe, De mes doigts, la myrrhe répandue Sur la poignée du verrou. | I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. | I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt. | Mi sono alzata per aprire al mio diletto, e le mie mani hanno stillato mirra, le mie dita mirra liquida, che scorreva sulla maniglia della serratura. |
| 6 | J'ai ouvert à mon bien-aimé ; Mais mon bien-aimé s'en était allé, il avait disparu. J'étais hors de moi, quand il me parlait. Je l'ai cherché, et je ne l'ai point trouvé ; Je l'ai appelé, et il ne m'a point répondu. | I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. | I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. | Ho aperto al mio diletto, ma il mio diletto si era ritirato e se n'era andato. Il mio cuore veniva meno mentr'egli parlava. L'ho cercato, ma non l'ho trovato; ho chiamato, ma non mi ha risposto. |
| 7 | Les gardes qui font la ronde dans la ville m'ont rencontrée ; Ils m'ont frappée, ils m'ont blessée ; Ils m'ont enlevé mon voile, les gardes des murs. | The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. | The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. | Le guardie che vanno attorno per la città mi hanno trovata, mi hanno percossa, mi hanno ferita; le guardie delle mura mi hanno strappato il velo. |
| 8 | Je vous en conjure, filles de Jérusalem, Si vous trouvez mon bien-aimé, Que lui direz-vous ?... Que je suis malade d'amour. - | I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love. | Io vi scongiuro, o figlie di Gerusalemme, se trovate il mio diletto, che gli direte? Ditegli che sono malata d'amore. |
| 9 | Qu'a ton bien-aimé de plus qu'un autre, O la plus belle des femmes ? Qu'a ton bien-aimé de plus qu'un autre, Pour que tu nous conjures ainsi ? - | What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? | What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so adjure us? | Che cos'è il tuo diletto più di un altro diletto, o la più bella fra le donne? Che cos'è il tuo diletto più di un altro diletto perché ci scongiuri così? |
| 10 | Mon bien-aimé est blanc et vermeil ; Il se distingue entre dix mille. | My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. | My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. | Il mio diletto è bianco e vermiglio, e si distingue fra diecimila. |
| 11 | Sa tête est de l'or pur ; Ses boucles sont flottantes, Noires comme le corbeau. | His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. | His head is [as] the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven. | Il suo capo è oro finissimo, i suoi riccioli sono crespi, neri come il corvo. |
| 12 | Ses yeux sont comme des colombes au bord des ruisseaux, Se baignant dans le lait, Reposant au sein de l'abondance. | His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. | His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, [and] fitly set. | I suoi occhi sono come colombe presso ruscelli d'acqua, lavati nel latte, propriamente incastonati come una pietra preziosa in un anello. |
| 13 | Ses joues sont comme un parterre d'aromates, Une couche de plantes odorantes ; Ses lèvres sont des lis, D'où découle la myrrhe. | His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. | His cheeks are as a bed of spices, [As] banks of sweet herbs: His lips are [as] lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. | Le sue guance sono come un'aiuola di balsamo, come aiuole di erbe aromatiche; le sue labbra sono gigli, che stillano mirra liquida. |
| 14 | Ses mains sont des anneaux d'or, Garnis de chrysolithes ; Son corps est de l'ivoire poli, Couvert de saphirs ; | His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. | His hands are [as] rings of gold set with beryl: His body is [as] ivory work overlaid [with] sapphires. | Le sue mani sono anelli d'oro, tempestate di pietre preziose, il suo ventre è avorio lucente, ricoperto di zaffiri. |
| 15 | Ses jambes sont des colonnes de marbre blanc, Posées sur des bases d'or pur. Son aspect est comme le Liban, Distingué comme les cèdres. | His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. | His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. | Le sue gambe sono colonne di marmo, fondate su basi d'oro puro. Il suo aspetto è come il Libano, maestoso come i cedri. |
| 16 | Son palais n'est que douceur, Et toute sa personne est pleine de charme. Tel est mon bien-aimé, tel est mon ami, Filles de Jérusalem ! - | His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. | His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. | La sua bocca è la dolcezza stessa, sì, egli è attraente in tutto. Questo è il mio diletto, questo è il mio amico, o figlie di Gerusalemme. |
