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!
«Ah, apamning köksini shorighan inimdek bolsang’idi! Séni talada uchritar bolsam, söyettim, We héchkim méni kemsitmeytti.
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.
Men séni yétekleyttim, Apangning öyige élip kirettim; Sen manga telim béretting; Men sanga tétitqu sharabidin ichküzettim; Anarlirimning sherbitidin ichküzettim.
3 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
Uning sol qoli béshim astida bolatti, Uning ong qoli méni silaytti!».
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!
«Silerge tapilaymenki, i Yérusalém qizliri — «Uning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Siler muhebbetni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
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!
«Daladin chiqiwatqan bu zadi kim? Öz söyümlükige yölinip?» «Men alma derixi astida séni oyghatqanidim; Ashu yerde apang tolghaq yep séni dunyagha chiqarghanidi; Ashu yerde séni tughquchi tolghaq yep séni chiqarghanidi».
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)
«Méni könglüngge möhürdek, Bilikingge möhürdek basqaysen; Chünki muhebbet ölümdek küchlüktur; Muhebbetning qizghinishi tehtisaradek rehimsiz; Uningdin chiqqan ot uchqunliri, — Yahning dehshetlik bir yalqunidur! (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.
Köp sular muhebbetni öchürelmeydu; Kelkünler uni gherq qilalmaydu; Birsi: «Öy-teelluqatlirimning hemmisini bérip muhebbetke érishimen» dése, Undaqta u adem kishining neziridin pütünley chüshüp kétidu».
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?
«Bizning kichik singlimiz bardur, Biraq uning köksi yoqtur; Singlimizgha elchiler kelgen künide biz uning üchün néme qilimiz?»
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.
«Eger u sépil bolsa, Biz uninggha kümüsh munar salimiz; Eger u ishik bolsa, Biz uni kédir taxtaylar bilen qaplaymiz».
10 [SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
«Özüm bir sépildurmen, Hem méning köksilirim munarlardektur; Shunga men uning köz aldida xatirjemlik tapqan birsidek boldum».
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:
«Sulaymanning Baal-Hamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baghwenlerge ijarige berdi; Ularning hemmisi méwisi üchün ming tengge apirip bérishi kérek idi;
12 Mine own vineyard, is before me, —The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.
Özümning üzümzarim mana méning aldimda turidu; Uning ming tenggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Shuningdek ikki yüz tengge méwisini baqquchilargha bolsun».
13 [HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
«Hey baghlarda turghuchi, Hemrahlar awazingni anglighusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatquzghaysen».
14 [SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
«I söyümlüküm, téz bole, Jeren yaki yash bughidek bol, Tétitqular taghliri üstide yügürüp!»
