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 thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would 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 lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my 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 embrace me.
4 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke før den ønsker det selv!
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till 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 cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.
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)
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah. (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?
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.
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 little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? —
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 be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
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 like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
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 vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.
12 Jeg har for mig selv min Vingård; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of 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: Let me hear [it].
14 Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort på Balsambjerge!
Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.
