Højsangen 8
1 Oh, var du min broder, som died min moders bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, når vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,
I wish that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts. Then whenever I met you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2 tog dig ind i min Moders hus, i min moders kamre, gav dig krydret vin at drikke, Granatæblers Most.
I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house— she who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink and some of the juice of my pomegranates.
3 Hans venstre under mit hoved, hans højre tager mig i favn.
His left hand is under my head and his right hand embraces me.
4 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke før den ønsker det selv!
I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that you will not interrupt our lovemaking until it is over.
5 Hvem er hun, der kommer fra Ørkenen, støttet til sin ven? "Under Æbletræet vækked jeg dig; der nedkom din moder med dig, der nedkom hun, som dig fødte."
Who is this who is coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? The woman speaking to the man I awakened you under the apricot tree; there your mother conceived you; there she gave birth to you, she delivered you.
6 Læg mig som en seglring om dit hjerte, som et Armbånd om din Arm! Thi Kærlighed er stærk som døden, Nidkærhed hård som Dødsriget; i dens gløder er Brændende Glød, dens lue er HERRENS Lue. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death. Passionate devotion is as unrelenting as Sheol; its flames burst out; it is a blazing flame, a flame hotter than any other fire. (Sheol h7585)
7 Mange Vande kan ikke slukke den, Strømme skylle den bort. Gav nogen alt Gods i sit Hus for Kærlighed, Hvem vilde agte ham ringe?
Surging waters cannot quench love, nor can floods sweep it away. If a man gave all the possessions in his house for love, the offer would utterly be despised.
8 Vi har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har bryster; hvad gør vi med med vor Søster, den dag hun får en Bejler?
We have a little sister, and her breasts have not yet grown. What can we do for our sister on the day when she will be promised in marriage?
9 Er hun en Mur, så bygger vi en krone af sølv derpå, men er hun en Dør, så spærrer vi den med Cederplanke.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a tower of silver. If she is a door, we will adorn her with boards of cedar.
10 Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Tårne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.
I was a wall, but my breasts are now like fortress towers; so I am in his eyes as one who brings peace.
11 Salomo havde en Vingård i Ba'al-Hamon, til vogtere gav han den Vingård; hver kunne tjene tusind sekel Sølv på dens Frugt.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He gave the vineyard to those who would maintain it. Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12 Jeg har for mig selv min Vingård; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.
My vineyard, my very own, is before me; the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, and the two hundred shekels are for those who maintain its fruit.
13 Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din røst!
You who live in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.
14 Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort på Balsambjerge!
Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
