Højsangen 8
1 Oh, var du min Broder, som died min Moders Bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, naar vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,
I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, they should not despise me.
2 tog dig ind i min Moders Hus, i min Moders Kamre, gav dig krydret Vin at drikke, Granatæblers Most.
I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
3 Hans venstre under mit Hoved, hans højre tager mig i Favn.
His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
5 Hvem er hun, der kommer fra Ørkenen, støttet til sin Ven? »Under Æbletræet vækked jeg dig; der nedkom din Moder med dig, der nedkom hun, som dig fødte.«
Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple-tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she that bore thee brought thee forth.
6 Læg mig som en Seglring om dit Hjerte, som et Armbaand om din Arm! Thi Kærlighed er stærk som Døden, Nidkærhed haard som Dødsriget; dens Gløder er Brændende Glød, dens Lue er HERRENS Lue. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, [even] the flames thereof. (Sheol h7585)
7 Mange Vande kan ikke slukke den, Strømme ej skylle den bort. Gav nogen alt Gods i sit Hus for Kærlighed, hvem vilde agte ham ringe?
Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly despise it.
8 Vi har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har Bryster; hvad gør vi med vor Søster, den Dag hun faar en Bejler?
Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?
9 Er hun en Mur, saa bygger vi en Krone af Sølv derpaa, men er hun en Dør, saa spærrer vi den med Cederplanke.
If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
10 Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Taarne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
11 Salomo havde en Vingaard i Ba'al-Hamon, til Vogtere gav han den Vingaard; hver kunne tjene tusind Sekel Sølv paa dens Frugt.
Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand [pieces] of silver.
12 Jeg har for mig selv min Vingaard; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
13 Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din Røst!
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear [it].
14 Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort paa Balsambjerge!
Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
