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.
Oh that some one would make thee as my brother that hath sucked my mother's breasts! should I then find thee without, I would kiss thee; and yet, people would not 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 would lead thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, thou shouldst teach me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the sweet juice of my pomegranate.
3 Hans venstre Haand er under mit Hoved, og hans højre Haand omfavner mig.
Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right hand might 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?
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awaken, and why will ye excite my love, until it please [to come of itself]?—
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.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her friend?—Under the apple-tree have I waked thee up; there thy mother brought thee forth; there brought thee forth she that bore thee.
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 as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm; for strong as death is love; violent like the nether world is jealousy; its heat is the heat of fire, a flame of God. (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.
Many waters are not able to quench love, nor can the rivers flood it away: if a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, men would utterly despise him.—
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?
We have a little sister, and she hath yet no breasts: what shall we do for our sister on the day when she shall be spoken for?
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 be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her 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.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
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.
Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-hamon; he had given up the vineyard unto the keepers; every one was to bring 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.
My vineyard, which was mine, was before me: thine, O Solomon, be the thousand, and let two hundred be for those that keep its fruit.—
13 O du, som bor i Haverne! Medbrødre agte paa din Røst; lad mig høre den!
“Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions listen for thy voice: oh let me hear it.”
14 Fly min elskede! og vær lig en Raa eller en ung Hind paa de duftende Urters Bjerge.
Flee away, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck, or the fawn of the hinds, upon the mountain of spices.
