Song of Songs 8
1 I would that you, O my kinsman, were he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found you without, I would kiss you; yes, they should not 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 take you, I would bring you into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make you to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
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 [should be] 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 have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he 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 that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.
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 your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, [even] the flames thereof. (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 Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly despise it.
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 Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein 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, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
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 are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that 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 in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit 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, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit 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 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: make me hear [it].
O du, som bor i Haverne! Medbrødre agte paa din Røst; lad mig høre den!
14 Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
Fly min elskede! og vær lig en Raa eller en ung Hind paa de duftende Urters Bjerge.
