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.
Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
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 take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
3 Viņa kreisā roka ir apakš manas galvas, un viņa labā roka mani apkampj.
His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
4 Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, Jeruzālemes meitas, ko jūs uztraucat un modinājāt mīlestību, pirms tai pašai patīk?
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
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)
Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (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.
Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
8 Mums ir viena maza māsa, kam krūšu vēl nav, - ko mēs ar savu māsu darīsim tai dienā, kad viņu precēs?
We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
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 make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
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; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
11 Salamanam bija vīna dārzs BaālAmonā, šo vīna dārzu viņš izdeva sargiem, ikviens par viņa augļiem deva tūkstoš sudraba gabalus.
Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
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.
My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
13 Tu, kas tais dārzos dzīvo, tie biedri tavu balsi ņem vērā, dodi man to dzirdēt.
You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
14 Steidzies, mans draugs, un esi tā kā stirna vai kā jauns briedis pa smaržīgiem puķu kalniem.
Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
