Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.
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.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
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.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Hans venstre Haand er under mit Hoved, og hans højre Haand omfavner mig.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! hvi ville I vække, og hvi ville I forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil?
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.
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.
6 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 of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. (Sheol h7585)
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)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
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.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
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?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
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.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
Jeg er en Mur, og mine Bryster ere som Taarne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som hun, der finder Fred.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
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.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.
Min Vingaard, som hører mig til, er for mit Ansigt; de tusinde tilkomme dig, Salomo! men de to Hundrede dem, som vogte dens Frugt.
13 Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.
O du, som bor i Haverne! Medbrødre agte paa din Røst; lad mig høre den!
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Fly min elskede! og vær lig en Raa eller en ung Hind paa de duftende Urters Bjerge.
