< 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!
«Aⱨ, apamning kɵksini xoriƣan inimdǝk bolsang’idi! Seni talada uqritar bolsam, sɵyǝttim, Wǝ ⱨeqkim meni kǝmsitmǝytti.
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.
Mǝn seni yetǝklǝyttim, Apangning ɵyigǝ elip kirǝttim; Sǝn manga tǝlim berǝtting; Mǝn sanga tetitⱪu xarabidin iqküzǝttim; Anarlirimning xǝrbitidin iqküzǝttim.
3 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
Uning sol ⱪoli bexim astida bolatti, Uning ong ⱪoli meni 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!
«Silǝrgǝ tapilaymǝnki, i Yerusalem ⱪizliri — «Uning waⱪit-saiti bolmiƣuqǝ, Silǝr muⱨǝbbǝtni oyƣatmanglar, ⱪozƣimanglar!»
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 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 [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)
«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, 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.
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 [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 kiqik singlimiz bardur, Biraⱪ uning kɵksi yoⱪtur; Singlimizƣa ǝlqilǝr kǝlgǝn künidǝ biz uning üqün nemǝ ⱪilimiz?»
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.
«Əgǝr u sepil bolsa, Biz uningƣa kümüx munar salimiz; Əgǝr u ixik bolsa, Biz uni kedir tahtaylar bilǝn ⱪaplaymiz».
10 [SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
«Ɵzüm bir sepildurmǝn, Ⱨǝm mening kɵksilirim munarlardǝktur; Xunga mǝn uning kɵz aldida hatirjǝmlik tapⱪan birsidǝk 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-Ⱨamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baƣwǝnlǝrgǝ ijarigǝ bǝrdi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi mewisi üqün ming tǝnggǝ apirip berixi kerǝk 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.
Ɵzümning üzümzarim mana mening aldimda turidu; Uning ming tǝnggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Xuningdǝk ikki yüz tǝnggǝ mewisini baⱪⱪuqilarƣa bolsun».
13 [HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
«Ⱨǝy baƣlarda turƣuqi, Ⱨǝmraⱨlar awazingni angliƣusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatⱪuzƣaysǝn».
14 [SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
«I sɵyümlüküm, tez bolǝ, Jǝrǝn yaki yax buƣidǝk bol, Tetitⱪular taƣliri üstidǝ yügürüp!»

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