Song of Solomon 8
1 How I wish you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you on the street I could kiss you and no one would tell me off.
Oh, var du min Broder, som died min Moders Bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, naar vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,
2 Then I could take you home to my mother's house, where she used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate.
tog dig ind i min Moders Hus, i min Moders Kamre, gav dig krydret Vin at drikke, Granatæblers Most.
3 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
Hans venstre under mit Hoved, hans højre tager mig i Favn.
4 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!
5 Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her? Woman: I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.
Hvem er hun, der kommer fra Ørkenen, støttet til sin Ven? »Under Æbletræet vækked jeg dig; der nedkom din Moder med dig, der nedkom hun, som dig fødte.«
6 Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord. (Sheol h7585)
Læg mig som en Seglring om dit Hjerte, som et Armbaand om din Arm! Thi Kærlighed er stærk som Døden, Nidkærhed haard som Dødsriget; dens Gløder er Brændende Glød, dens Lue er HERRENS Lue. (Sheol h7585)
7 Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.
Mange Vande kan ikke slukke den, Strømme ej skylle den bort. Gav nogen alt Gods i sit Hus for Kærlighed, hvem vilde agte ham ringe?
8 We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?
Vi har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har Bryster; hvad gør vi med vor Søster, den Dag hun faar en Bejler?
9 If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.
Er hun en Mur, saa bygger vi en Krone af Sølv derpaa, men er hun en Dør, saa spærrer vi den med Cederplanke.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!
Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Taarne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon which he leased to tenant farmers. Each of them paid him one thousand silver coins for the fruit it produced.
Salomo havde en Vingaard i Ba'al-Hamon, til Vogtere gav han den Vingaard; hver kunne tjene tusind Sekel Sølv paa dens Frugt.
12 But I own my vineyard, it is mine alone. One thousand silver coins are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who look after it.
Jeg har for mig selv min Vingaard; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
13 My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!
Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din Røst!
14 Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort paa Balsambjerge!
