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!
Kaut tu būtu mans brālis, kas zīdis manas mātes krūtis? Kad es tevi atrastu ārā, es tevi skūpstītu un netaptu nicināta.
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.
Es tevi vadītu, es tevi vestu savas mātes namā, ka tu mani mācītu; tad es tev dotu dzert jauktu vīnu un no savu granātābolu sulas.
3 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
Viņa kreisā roka ir apakš manas galvas, un viņa labā roka mani apkampj.
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!
Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, Jeruzālemes meitas, ko jūs uztraucat un modinājāt mīlestību, pirms tai pašai patīk?
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!
Kas tā tāda, kas nāk no tuksneša un atslienas uz savu draugu? Apakš ābeles es tevi esmu uzmodinājis; tur tava māte tevi ar sāpēm ir dzemdējusi, tur sāpes ir bijušas tavai dzemdētājai.
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)
Liec mani kā zieģeli pie savas sirds, kā gredzenu pie savas rokas! Mīlestība ir stipra kā nāve un viņas karstums ir varens kā elle; viņas liesmas ir degošas liesmas, Dieva liesmas. (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.
Lieli ūdeņi mīlestību nevar apdzēst, nedz upes viņu apslīcināt. Jebšu kas visu sava nama mantu gribētu dot par mīlestību, tomēr viņš paliktu tikai par apsmieklu.
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?
Mums ir viena maza māsa, kam krūšu vēl nav, - ko mēs ar savu māsu darīsim tai dienā, kad viņu precēs?
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.
Ja viņa ir mūris, tad mēs uz viņu uztaisīsim sudraba torni; ja viņa ir durvis, tad mēs tās sargāsim ar ciedru dēļiem.
10 [SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
Es biju mūris un manas krūtis bija kā torņi; tad es viņa acīs atradu mieru.
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:
Salamanam bija vīna dārzs BaālAmonā, šo vīna dārzu viņš izdeva sargiem, ikviens par viņa augļiem deva tūkstoš sudraba gabalus.
12 Mine own vineyard, is before me, —The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.
Mans vīna dārzs, kas man pieder, ir manā priekšā. Tie tūkstoš sudraba gabali ir priekš tevis, Salaman! Bet divsimt ir priekš viņa augļu sargiem.
13 [HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
Tu, kas tais dārzos dzīvo, tie biedri tavu balsi ņem vērā, dodi man to dzirdēt.
14 [SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
Steidzies, mans draugs, un esi tā kā stirna vai kā jauns briedis pa smaržīgiem puķu kalniem.
