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,
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 tog dig ind i min Moders Hus, i min Moders Kamre, gav dig krydret Vin at drikke, Granatæblers 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 under mit Hoved, hans højre tager mig i Favn.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
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.«
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 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 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 kan ikke slukke den, Strømme ej skylle den bort. Gav nogen alt Gods i sit Hus for Kærlighed, hvem vilde agte ham ringe?
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 har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har Bryster; hvad gør vi med vor Søster, den Dag hun faar en Bejler?
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 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 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, Mine Bryster Taarne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, 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 Ba'al-Hamon, til Vogtere gav han den Vingaard; hver kunne tjene tusind Sekel Sølv paa dens Frugt.
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 Jeg har for mig selv min Vingaard; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter 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 Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din Røst!
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 Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort paa Balsambjerge!
Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.
