Salomos Høisang 8
1 Å, gjev at du var som ein bror for meg, hadde soge mor sitt brjost. Um eg då fann deg der ute, eg deg kysste, og ingen meg neiste for det.
Bride to Groom: Who will give you to me as my brother, feeding from the breasts of my mother, so that I may discover you outside, and may kiss you, and so that now no one may despise me?
2 Eg leidde deg, førde deg til mor sitt hus, og du lærde meg, eg kryddevin gav deg, saft frå mitt granattre.
I will take hold of you and lead you into my mother’s house. There you will teach me, and I will give you a cup of spiced wine, and of new wine from my pomegranates.
3 Hans vinstre er under mitt hovud, med den høgre femner han meg.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Eg hjarteleg bed dykk, Jerusalems døtter, at de ikkje vekkje eller eggje kjærleik, fyrr sjølv han so vil.»
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
5 «Kven er ho som frå heidi stig upp, studd til sin ven?» «Under apallen vekte eg deg. Der åtte ho deg di mor, der fekk ho deg ho som deg fødde.»
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Groom to Bride: Under the apple tree, I awakened you. There your mother was corrupted. There she who bore you was violated.
6 «Ved hjarta meg hav som eit segl, som eit segl på din arm. Kjærleik som dauden er sterk, som helheimen strid i si trå. Ho logar som logande eld, gneisten frå Herren. (Sheol h7585)
Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm. For love is strong, like death, and envy is enduring, like hell: their lamps are made of fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Kor store vatni so er, dei aldri fær kjærleik sløkt, ingi elvar kann fløyma han burt. Um du alt som du åtte for kjærleik baud, so vart du berre til narr.»
A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing.
8 «Ei liti syster me eig, ho hev ingen barm. Kva skal me med syster gjera, den tidi når belarar kjem?»
Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
9 «Er ho ein mur, me byggjer på den ein murkrans av sylv. Men er ho ei dør, me stengjer ho att med eit cederspjeld.»
If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.
10 «Eg er ein mur, og min barm som tårni på den. Då vart eg i augo hans ei som finn fred.
Bride to Chorus: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace.
11 I Ba’al-Hamon ein vingard hev Salomo ått. Han garden til vaktarar gav. Kvar mann for dråtten fekk dei tusund sekel sylv.
The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver.
12 Min vingard den hev eg sjølv, dine tusund du Salomo tak, tvo hundrad på vaktaran’ fell.
Groom: My vineyard is before me. The thousand is for your peacefulness, and two hundred is for those who care for its fruit.
13 Du som bur inni hagom, felager lyder, lat meg høyra ditt mål!»
Bride to Groom: Your friends are attentive to those who have been dwelling in the gardens. Cause me to heed your voice.
14 «Å fly, du min ven, ei gasella lik eller ungan hjort på dei angande fjellom!»
Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.
