Song of Solomon 8
1 O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.
Oh, var du min broder, som died min moders bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, når vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,
2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of 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 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Hans venstre under mit hoved, hans højre tager mig i favn.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke før den ønsker det selv!
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bare 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 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: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame. (Sheol h7585)
Læg mig som en seglring om dit hjerte, som et Armbånd om din Arm! Thi Kærlighed er stærk som døden, Nidkærhed hård som Dødsriget; i dens gløder er Brændende Glød, dens lue er HERRENS Lue. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
Mange Vande kan ikke slukke den, Strømme skylle den bort. Gav nogen alt Gods i sit Hus for Kærlighed, Hvem vilde agte ham ringe?
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Vi har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har bryster; hvad gør vi med med vor Søster, den dag hun får en Bejler?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Er hun en Mur, så bygger vi en krone af sølv derpå, men er hun en Dør, så spærrer vi den med Cederplanke.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Tårne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Salomo havde en Vingård i Ba'al-Hamon, til vogtere gav han den Vingård; hver kunne tjene tusind sekel Sølv på dens Frugt.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Jeg har for mig selv min Vingård; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice: cause me to hear it.
Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din røst!
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort på Balsambjerge!
