Visoka pesem 8
1 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.
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 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.
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 Njegova leva roka bi bila pod mojo glavo in njegova desnica bi me objela.
His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
4 Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, da ne razvnamete niti ne zbudite moje ljubezni, dokler njemu ugaja.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
5 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.
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 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)
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 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.
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 Imamo majhno sestro in ona nima prsi. Kaj bomo storili za svojo sestro na dan, ko jo bodo snubili?
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 Če bo zid, bomo na njej zgradili srebrno palačo in če bo vrata, jo bomo obdali s cedrovimi deskami.
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 Jaz sem zid in moje prsi kakor stolpa. Potem sem bila v njegovih očeh kakor nekdo, ki je našel naklonjenost.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
11 Salomon je imel vinograd v Báal Hamónu; vinograd je dal v najem čuvajem. Vsak naj bi za njegov sad prinesel tisoč koščkov srebra.
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 Moj vinograd, ki je moj, je pred menoj. Ti, oh Salomon, moraš imeti tisoč, tisti, ki varujejo sad od njega, pa dvesto.
My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
13 Ti, ki prebivaš v vrtovih, družabniki prisluhnejo tvojemu glasu; pripravi me, da ga slišim.
You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
14 Podvizaj se, moj ljubljeni in bodi podoben srni ali mlademu jelenu na gorah dišav.
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
