Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that thou hadst been a very brother to me, who had sucked the breasts of my own mother, —Had I found thee without, I had kissed thee, Yea, folk would not have despised 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 have guided thee—brought thee into the house of my mother, Thou wouldst have instructed me, —I would have let thee drink of spiced wine, of the pressed-out juice of my pomegranate.
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 under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
Hans venstre Haand er under mit Hoved, og hans højre Haand omfavner mig.
4 I [HE] adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, —Why will ye wake, and why will ye arouse the dear love until she please!
Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! hvi ville I vække, og hvi ville I forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil?
5 [THEY] Who is this, coming up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? [HE] Under the apple-tree, I roused thee, where thy mother, was in pain with thee, where she was in pain who gave thee birth!
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 [SHE] Set me as a seal, upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm, For, mighty as death, is love, Exacting as hades, is jealousy, —The flames thereof, are flames of fire, The flash of Yah! (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 Many waters, cannot quench love, nor shall, floods, overwhelm it, —If a man would give all the substance of his house, for love, they would, utterly despise, him.
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 [THEY] A sister, have we, a little one, and, breasts, hath she none, What shall we do for our sister, in the day when she may 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, a wall, she is, we will build upon it a battlement of silver, —but if, a door, she is, we will close it up with a plank of cedar.
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 [SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
Jeg er en Mur, og mine Bryster ere som Taarne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som hun, der finder Fred.
11 A vineyard, had Solomon, as the owner of abundance, He put out the vineyard to keepers, —Every man, was to bring in, for the fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings:
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 Mine own vineyard, is before me, —The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.
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 [HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
O du, som bor i Haverne! Medbrødre agte paa din Røst; lad mig høre den!
14 [SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
Fly min elskede! og vær lig en Raa eller en ung Hind paa de duftende Urters Bjerge.
