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.
«Aⱨ, apamning kɵksini xoriƣan inimdǝk bolsang’idi! Seni talada uqritar bolsam, sɵyǝttim, Wǝ ⱨeqkim meni kǝmsitmǝytti.
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.
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, and his right hand about me.
Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida bolatti, Uning ong ⱪoli meni silaytti!».
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
«Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri — «Uning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Silǝr muⱨǝbbǝtni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
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.
«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 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)
«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 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.
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 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?
«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 make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
«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 are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
«Ɵzüm bir sepildurmǝn, Ⱨǝm mening kɵksilirim munarlardǝktur; Xunga mǝn uning kɵz aldida hatirjǝmlik tapⱪan birsidǝk boldum».
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.
«Sulaymanning Baal-Ⱨamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baƣwǝnlǝrgǝ ijarigǝ bǝrdi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi mewisi üqün ming tǝnggǝ apirip berixi kerǝk idi;
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.
Ɵzümning üzümzarim mana mening aldimda turidu; Uning ming tǝnggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Xuningdǝk ikki yüz tǝnggǝ mewisini baⱪⱪuqilarƣa bolsun».
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
«Ⱨǝy baƣlarda turƣuqi, Ⱨǝmraⱨlar awazingni angliƣusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatⱪuzƣaysǝn».
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
«I sɵyümlüküm, tez bolǝ, Jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝk bol, Tetitⱪular taƣliri üstidǝ yügürüp!»
