< 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,
«Aⱨ, apamning kɵksini xoriƣan inimdǝk bolsang’idi! Seni talada uqritar bolsam, sɵyǝttim, Wǝ ⱨeqkim meni kǝmsitmǝytti.
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,
Mǝn seni yetǝklǝyttim, Apangning ɵyigǝ elip kirǝttim; Sǝn manga tǝlim berǝtting; Mǝn sanga tetitⱪu xarabidin iqküzǝttim; Anarlirimning xǝrbitidin iqküzǝttim.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida bolatti, Uning ong ⱪoli meni silaytti!».
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
«Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri — «Uning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Silǝr muⱨǝbbǝtni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
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.
«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 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)
«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 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.
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 little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
«Bizning kiqik singlimiz bardur, Biraⱪ uning kɵksi yoⱪtur; Singlimizƣa ǝlqilǝr kǝlgǝn künidǝ biz uning üqün nemǝ ⱪilimiz?»
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.
«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 as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
«Ɵzüm bir sepildurmǝn, Ⱨǝm mening kɵksilirim munarlardǝktur; Xunga mǝn uning kɵz aldida hatirjǝmlik tapⱪan birsidǝk boldum».
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;
«Sulaymanning Baal-Ⱨamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baƣwǝnlǝrgǝ ijarigǝ bǝrdi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi mewisi üqün ming tǝnggǝ apirip berixi kerǝk idi;
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!
Ɵzümning üzümzarim mana mening aldimda turidu; Uning ming tǝnggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Xuningdǝk ikki yüz tǝnggǝ mewisini baⱪⱪuqilarƣa bolsun».
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
«Ⱨǝy baƣlarda turƣuqi, Ⱨǝmraⱨlar awazingni angliƣusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatⱪuzƣaysǝn».
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
«I sɵyümlüküm, tez bolǝ, Jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝk bol, Tetitⱪular taƣliri üstidǝ yügürüp!»

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