Song of Solomon 8
1 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
ねがはくは汝わが母の乳をのみしわが兄弟のごとくならんことを われ戸外にてなんぢに遇ふとき接吻せん 然するとも誰ありてわれをいやしむるものあらじ
2 I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
われ汝をひきてわが母の家にいたり 汝より敎晦をうけん 我かぐはしき酒 石榴のあまき汁をなんぢに飮しめん
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
かれが左の手はわが頭の下にあり その右の手をもて我を抱く
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
ヱルサレムの女子等よ 我なんぢ等に誓ひて請ふ 愛のおのづから起る時まで殊更に喚起し且つ醒すなかれ
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
おのれの愛する者に倚かかりて荒野より上りきたる者は誰ぞや 林檎の樹の下にてわれなんぢを喚さませり なんぢの母かしこにて汝のために劬勞をなし なんぢを產し者かしこにて劬勞をなしぬ
6 Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (Sheol h7585)
われを汝の心におきて印のごとくし なんぢの腕におきて印のごとくせよ 其の愛は強くして死のごとく 嫉妬は堅くして陰府にひとし その熖は火のほのほのごとし いともはげしき熖なり (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
愛は大水も消ことあたはず 洪水も溺らすことあたはず 人その家の一切の物をことごとく與へて愛に換んとするとも尚いやしめらるべし
8 We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
われら小さき妹子あり 未だ乳房あらず われらの妹子の問聘をうくる日には之に何をなしてあたへんや
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
かれもし石垣ならんには我ら白銀の城をその上にたてん 彼もし戸ならんには香柏の板をもてこれを圍まん
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
われは石垣わが乳房は戍樓のごとし 是をもてわれは情をかうむれる者のごとく彼の目の前にありき
11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
バアルハモンにソロモンの葡萄園をもてり これをその守る者等にあづけおき 彼等をしておのおの銀一千をその果のために納めしむ
12 My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
われ自らの有なる葡萄園われの手にあり ソロモンなんぢは一千を獲よ その果をまもる者も二百を獲べし
13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
なんぢ園の中に住む者よ 伴侶等なんぢの聲に耳をかたむく 請ふ我にこれを聽しめよ
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
わが愛する者よ 請ふ急ぎはしれ 香はしき山々の上にありて獐のごとく 小鹿のごとくあれ
