Højsangen 8
1 Oh, var du min broder, som died min moders bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, når vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,
Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
2 tog dig ind i min Moders hus, i min moders kamre, gav dig krydret vin at drikke, Granatæblers Most.
I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
3 Hans venstre under mit hoved, hans højre tager mig i favn.
His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
4 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke før den ønsker det selv!
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
6 Læg mig som en seglring om dit hjerte, som et Armbånd om din Arm! Thi Kærlighed er stærk som døden, Nidkærhed hård som Dødsriget; i dens gløder er Brændende Glød, dens lue er HERRENS Lue. (Sheol h7585)
Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Mange Vande kan ikke slukke den, Strømme skylle den bort. Gav nogen alt Gods i sit Hus for Kærlighed, Hvem vilde agte ham ringe?
Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
8 Vi har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har bryster; hvad gør vi med med vor Søster, den dag hun får en Bejler?
We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
9 Er hun en Mur, så bygger vi en krone af sølv derpå, men er hun en Dør, så spærrer vi den med Cederplanke.
If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
10 Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Tårne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
11 Salomo havde en Vingård i Ba'al-Hamon, til vogtere gav han den Vingård; hver kunne tjene tusind sekel Sølv på dens Frugt.
Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
12 Jeg har for mig selv min Vingård; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
13 Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din røst!
You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
14 Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort på Balsambjerge!
Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
