Højsangen 8
1 Gid du var mig som en Broder, som den, der diede min Moders Bryst! jeg skulde finde dig paa Gaden, jeg skulde kysse dig; og de skulde ikke foragte mig.
Bride to Groom: Who will give you to me as my brother, feeding from the breasts of my mother, so that I may discover you outside, and may kiss you, and so that now no one may despise me?
2 Jeg vilde lede dig, jeg vilde føre dig til min Moders Hus, du skulde lære mig; jeg skulde give dig af krydret Vin at drikke, af mit Granattræs Most.
I will take hold of you and lead you into my mother’s house. There you will teach me, and I will give you a cup of spiced wine, and of new wine from my pomegranates.
3 Hans venstre Haand er under mit Hoved, og hans højre Haand omfavner mig.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! hvi ville I vække, og hvi ville I forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil?
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
5 Hvo er hun, som drager op af Ørken, støttende sig til sin elskede? Jeg vækkede dig under Æbletræet; der fødte din Moder dig, der fødte hun, som bar dig.
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Groom to Bride: Under the apple tree, I awakened you. There your mother was corrupted. There she who bore you was violated.
6 Sæt mig som et Segl paa dit Hjerte, som et Segl paa din Arm; thi Kærlighed er stærk som Døden, Nidkærhed er haard som Dødsriget, dens Gløder ere brændende Gløder, en Herrens Lue. (Sheol h7585)
Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm. For love is strong, like death, and envy is enduring, like hell: their lamps are made of fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Mange Vande kunne ikke slukke Kærligheden, ej heller Strømme overskylle den; om nogen vilde give alt sit Hus's Gods for Kærlighed, man vilde dog foragte ham.
A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing.
8 Vi have en liden Søster, og hun har ikke Bryster; hvad skulle vi gøre ved vor Søster paa den Dag, da der bejles til hende?
Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
9 Dersom hun er en Mur, da ville vi bygge et Hus af Sølv over hende; og dersom hun er en Dør, da ville vi lukke for hende med Cederfjæle.
If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.
10 Jeg er en Mur, og mine Bryster ere som Taarne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som hun, der finder Fred.
Bride to Chorus: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace.
11 Salomo havde en Vingaard i Baal-Hamon; han overgav Vingaarden til Vogterne, at enhver af dem skulde bringe ham for dens Frugt tusinde Sekel Sølv.
The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver.
12 Min Vingaard, som hører mig til, er for mit Ansigt; de tusinde tilkomme dig, Salomo! men de to Hundrede dem, som vogte dens Frugt.
Groom: My vineyard is before me. The thousand is for your peacefulness, and two hundred is for those who care for its fruit.
13 O du, som bor i Haverne! Medbrødre agte paa din Røst; lad mig høre den!
Bride to Groom: Your friends are attentive to those who have been dwelling in the gardens. Cause me to heed your voice.
14 Fly min elskede! og vær lig en Raa eller en ung Hind paa de duftende Urters Bjerge.
Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.
