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 like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, 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, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 Viņa kreisā roka ir apakš manas galvas, un viņa labā roka mani apkampj.
His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
4 Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, Jeruzālemes meitas, ko jūs uztraucat un modinājāt mīlestību, pirms tai pašai patīk?
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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 wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
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 on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. (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.
Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he 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. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be 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 on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards 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 like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found 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 at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels 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 own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred 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, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
14 Steidzies, mans draugs, un esi tā kā stirna vai kā jauns briedis pa smaržīgiem puķu kalniem.
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
