Augstā Dziesma 8
1 Kaut tu būtu mans brālis, kas zīdis manas mātes krūtis? Kad es tevi atrastu ārā, es tevi skūpstītu un netaptu nicināta.
O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2 Es tevi vadītu, es tevi vestu savas mātes namā, ka tu mani mācītu; tad es tev dotu dzert jauktu vīnu un no savu granātābolu sulas.
I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 Viņa kreisā roka ir apakš manas galvas, un viņa labā roka mani apkampj.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
4 Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, Jeruzālemes meitas, ko jūs uztraucat un modinājāt mīlestību, pirms tai pašai patīk?
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
5 Kas tā tāda, kas nāk no tuksneša un atslienas uz savu draugu? Apakš ābeles es tevi esmu uzmodinājis; tur tava māte tevi ar sāpēm ir dzemdējusi, tur sāpes ir bijušas tavai dzemdētājai.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
6 Liec mani kā zieģeli pie savas sirds, kā gredzenu pie savas rokas! Mīlestība ir stipra kā nāve un viņas karstums ir varens kā elle; viņas liesmas ir degošas liesmas, Dieva liesmas. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all. (Sheol h7585)
7 Lieli ūdeņi mīlestību nevar apdzēst, nedz upes viņu apslīcināt. Jebšu kas visu sava nama mantu gribētu dot par mīlestību, tomēr viņš paliktu tikai par apsmieklu.
Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.
8 Mums ir viena maza māsa, kam krūšu vēl nav, - ko mēs ar savu māsu darīsim tai dienā, kad viņu precēs?
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9 Ja viņa ir mūris, tad mēs uz viņu uztaisīsim sudraba torni; ja viņa ir durvis, tad mēs tās sargāsim ar ciedru dēļiem.
If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
10 Es biju mūris un manas krūtis bija kā torņi; tad es viņa acīs atradu mieru.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
11 Salamanam bija vīna dārzs BaālAmonā, šo vīna dārzu viņš izdeva sargiem, ikviens par viņa augļiem deva tūkstoš sudraba gabalus.
Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.
12 Mans vīna dārzs, kas man pieder, ir manā priekšā. Tie tūkstoš sudraba gabali ir priekš tevis, Salaman! Bet divsimt ir priekš viņa augļu sargiem.
But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
13 Tu, kas tais dārzos dzīvo, tie biedri tavu balsi ņem vērā, dodi man to dzirdēt.
You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
14 Steidzies, mans draugs, un esi tā kā stirna vai kā jauns briedis pa smaržīgiem puķu kalniem.
Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
