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,
Oh, da bi bil kakor moj brat, ki je sesal prsi moje matere! Ko bi te našla zunaj, bi te poljubila, da, ne bi bila prezirana.
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,
Vodila bi te in te privedla v hišo svoje matere, ki bi me poučila. Povzročila bi ti, da piješ dišeč vinski sok mojih granatnih jabolk.
3 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
Njegova leva roka bi bila pod mojo glavo in njegova desnica bi me objela.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, da ne razvnamete niti ne zbudite moje ljubezni, dokler njemu ugaja.
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.
Kdo je ta, ki prihaja iz divjine, naslonjena na svojega ljubljenega? Dvignil sem te pod jablano; tam te je rodila tvoja mati, tam te je rodila, ki te je nosila.
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)
Postavi me kakor pečat na svoje srce, kakor pečat na svoj laket, kajti ljubezen je močna kakor smrt, ljubosumje je kruto kakor grob. Njegovi ogorki so ognjeno oglje, ki ima najbolj silovit plamen. (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.
Mnogo vodá ne more pogasiti ljubezni niti je poplave ne morejo potopiti. Če bi človek vse imetje svoje hiše dal za ljubezen, bi bil popolnoma zaničevan.
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?
Imamo majhno sestro in ona nima prsi. Kaj bomo storili za svojo sestro na dan, ko jo bodo snubili?
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.
Če bo zid, bomo na njej zgradili srebrno palačo in če bo vrata, jo bomo obdali s cedrovimi deskami.
10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Jaz sem zid in moje prsi kakor stolpa. Potem sem bila v njegovih očeh kakor nekdo, ki je našel naklonjenost.
11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
Salomon je imel vinograd v Báal Hamónu; vinograd je dal v najem čuvajem. Vsak naj bi za njegov sad prinesel tisoč koščkov srebra.
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!
Moj vinograd, ki je moj, je pred menoj. Ti, oh Salomon, moraš imeti tisoč, tisti, ki varujejo sad od njega, pa dvesto.
13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Ti, ki prebivaš v vrtovih, družabniki prisluhnejo tvojemu glasu; pripravi me, da ga slišim.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Podvizaj se, moj ljubljeni in bodi podoben srni ali mlademu jelenu na gorah dišav.
