Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
«Aⱨ, apamning kɵksini xoriƣan inimdǝk bolsang’idi! Seni talada uqritar bolsam, sɵyǝttim, Wǝ ⱨeqkim meni kǝmsitmǝytti.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Mǝn seni yetǝklǝyttim, Apangning ɵyigǝ elip kirǝttim; Sǝn manga tǝlim berǝtting; Mǝn sanga tetitⱪu xarabidin iqküzǝttim; Anarlirimning xǝrbitidin iqküzǝttim.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida bolatti, Uning ong ⱪoli meni silaytti!».
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
«Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri — «Uning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Silǝr muⱨǝbbǝtni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
«Daladin qiⱪiwatⱪan bu zadi kim? Ɵz sɵyümlükigǝ yɵlinip?» «Mǝn alma dǝrihi astida seni oyƣatⱪanidim; Axu yǝrdǝ apang tolƣaⱪ yǝp seni dunyaƣa qiⱪarƣanidi; Axu yǝrdǝ seni tuƣⱪuqi tolƣaⱪ yǝp seni qiⱪarƣanidi».
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol (Sheol h7585). Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.
«Meni kɵnglünggǝ mɵⱨürdǝk, Bilikinggǝ mɵⱨürdǝk basⱪaysǝn; Qünki muⱨǝbbǝt ɵlümdǝk küqlüktur; Muⱨǝbbǝtning ⱪizƣinixi tǝⱨtisaradǝk rǝⱨimsiz; Uningdin qiⱪⱪan ot uqⱪunliri, — Yaⱨning dǝⱨxǝtlik bir yalⱪunidur! (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Kɵp sular muⱨǝbbǝtni ɵqürǝlmǝydu; Kǝlkünlǝr uni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪilalmaydu; Birsi: «Ɵy-tǝǝlluⱪatlirimning ⱨǝmmisini berip muⱨǝbbǝtkǝ eriximǝn» desǝ, Undaⱪta u adǝm kixining nǝziridin pütünlǝy qüxüp ketidu».
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
«Bizning kiqik singlimiz bardur, Biraⱪ uning kɵksi yoⱪtur; Singlimizƣa ǝlqilǝr kǝlgǝn künidǝ biz uning üqün nemǝ ⱪilimiz?»
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
«Əgǝr u sepil bolsa, Biz uningƣa kümüx munar salimiz; Əgǝr u ixik bolsa, Biz uni kedir tahtaylar bilǝn ⱪaplaymiz».
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
«Ɵzüm bir sepildurmǝn, Ⱨǝm mening kɵksilirim munarlardǝktur; Xunga mǝn uning kɵz aldida hatirjǝmlik tapⱪan birsidǝk boldum».
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
«Sulaymanning Baal-Ⱨamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baƣwǝnlǝrgǝ ijarigǝ bǝrdi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi mewisi üqün ming tǝnggǝ apirip berixi kerǝk idi;
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Ɵzümning üzümzarim mana mening aldimda turidu; Uning ming tǝnggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Xuningdǝk ikki yüz tǝnggǝ mewisini baⱪⱪuqilarƣa bolsun».
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
«Ⱨǝy baƣlarda turƣuqi, Ⱨǝmraⱨlar awazingni angliƣusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatⱪuzƣaysǝn».
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
«I sɵyümlüküm, tez bolǝ, Jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝk bol, Tetitⱪular taƣliri üstidǝ yügürüp!»
