Song of Solomon 8
1 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.
Oh, da bi bil kakor moj brat, ki je sesal prsi moje matere! Ko bi te našla zunaj, bi te poljubila, da, ne bi bila prezirana.
2 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.
Vodila bi te in te privedla v hišo svoje matere, ki bi me poučila. Povzročila bi ti, da piješ dišeč vinski sok mojih granatnih jabolk.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
Njegova leva roka bi bila pod mojo glavo in njegova desnica bi me objela.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, da ne razvnamete niti ne zbudite moje ljubezni, dokler njemu ugaja.
5 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.
Kdo je ta, ki prihaja iz divjine, naslonjena na svojega ljubljenega? Dvignil sem te pod jablano; tam te je rodila tvoja mati, tam te je rodila, ki te je nosila.
6 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)
Postavi me kakor pečat na svoje srce, kakor pečat na svoj laket, kajti ljubezen je močna kakor smrt, ljubosumje je kruto kakor grob. Njegovi ogorki so ognjeno oglje, ki ima najbolj silovit plamen. (Sheol h7585)
7 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.
Mnogo vodá ne more pogasiti ljubezni niti je poplave ne morejo potopiti. Če bi človek vse imetje svoje hiše dal za ljubezen, bi bil popolnoma zaničevan.
8 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?
Imamo majhno sestro in ona nima prsi. Kaj bomo storili za svojo sestro na dan, ko jo bodo snubili?
9 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.
Če bo zid, bomo na njej zgradili srebrno palačo in če bo vrata, jo bomo obdali s cedrovimi deskami.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
Jaz sem zid in moje prsi kakor stolpa. Potem sem bila v njegovih očeh kakor nekdo, ki je našel naklonjenost.
11 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.
Salomon je imel vinograd v Báal Hamónu; vinograd je dal v najem čuvajem. Vsak naj bi za njegov sad prinesel tisoč koščkov srebra.
12 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.
Moj vinograd, ki je moj, je pred menoj. Ti, oh Salomon, moraš imeti tisoč, tisti, ki varujejo sad od njega, pa dvesto.
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
Ti, ki prebivaš v vrtovih, družabniki prisluhnejo tvojemu glasu; pripravi me, da ga slišim.
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Podvizaj se, moj ljubljeni in bodi podoben srni ali mlademu jelenu na gorah dišav.
