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!
Å, gjev at du var som ein bror for meg, hadde soge mor sitt brjost. Um eg då fann deg der ute, eg deg kysste, og ingen meg neiste for det.
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.
Eg leidde deg, førde deg til mor sitt hus, og du lærde meg, eg kryddevin gav deg, saft frå mitt granattre.
3 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
Hans vinstre er under mitt hovud, med den høgre femner han meg.
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!
Eg hjarteleg bed dykk, Jerusalems døtter, at de ikkje vekkje eller eggje kjærleik, fyrr sjølv han so vil.»
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!
«Kven er ho som frå heidi stig upp, studd til sin ven?» «Under apallen vekte eg deg. Der åtte ho deg di mor, der fekk ho deg ho som deg fødde.»
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)
«Ved hjarta meg hav som eit segl, som eit segl på din arm. Kjærleik som dauden er sterk, som helheimen strid i si trå. Ho logar som logande eld, gneisten frå Herren. (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.
Kor store vatni so er, dei aldri fær kjærleik sløkt, ingi elvar kann fløyma han burt. Um du alt som du åtte for kjærleik baud, so vart du berre til narr.»
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?
«Ei liti syster me eig, ho hev ingen barm. Kva skal me med syster gjera, den tidi når belarar kjem?»
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.
«Er ho ein mur, me byggjer på den ein murkrans av sylv. Men er ho ei dør, me stengjer ho att med eit cederspjeld.»
10 [SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
«Eg er ein mur, og min barm som tårni på den. Då vart eg i augo hans ei som finn 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:
I Ba’al-Hamon ein vingard hev Salomo ått. Han garden til vaktarar gav. Kvar mann for dråtten fekk dei tusund sekel sylv.
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 vingard den hev eg sjølv, dine tusund du Salomo tak, tvo hundrad på vaktaran’ fell.
13 [HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
Du som bur inni hagom, felager lyder, lat meg høyra ditt mål!»
14 [SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
«Å fly, du min ven, ei gasella lik eller ungan hjort på dei angande fjellom!»
