Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Oh, var du min broder, som died min moders bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, når vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the 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 [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Hans venstre under mit hoved, hans højre tager mig i favn.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke før den ønsker det selv!
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
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 on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (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 are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
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 does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
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 is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work 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 as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Tårne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one 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—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Jeg har for mig selv min Vingård; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din røst!
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort på Balsambjerge!
