Song of Solomon 8
1 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.
«Ah, apamning köksini shorighan inimdek bolsang’idi! Séni talada uchritar bolsam, söyettim, We héchkim méni kemsitmeytti.
2 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.
Men séni yétekleyttim, Apangning öyige élip kirettim; Sen manga telim béretting; Men sanga tétitqu sharabidin ichküzettim; Anarlirimning sherbitidin ichküzettim.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
Uning sol qoli béshim astida bolatti, Uning ong qoli méni silaytti!».
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
«Silerge tapilaymenki, i Yérusalém qizliri — «Uning waqit-saiti bolmighuche, Siler muhebbetni oyghatmanglar, qozghimanglar!»
5 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 labour and bore you.
«Daladin chiqiwatqan bu zadi kim? Öz söyümlükige yölinip?» «Men alma derixi astida séni oyghatqanidim; Ashu yerde apang tolghaq yep séni dunyagha chiqarghanidi; Ashu yerde séni tughquchi tolghaq yep séni chiqarghanidi».
6 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)
«Méni könglüngge möhürdek, Bilikingge möhürdek basqaysen; Chünki muhebbet ölümdek küchlüktur; Muhebbetning qizghinishi tehtisaradek rehimsiz; Uningdin chiqqan ot uchqunliri, — Yahning dehshetlik bir yalqunidur! (Sheol h7585)
7 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.
Köp sular muhebbetni öchürelmeydu; Kelkünler uni gherq qilalmaydu; Birsi: «Öy-teelluqatlirimning hemmisini bérip muhebbetke érishimen» dése, Undaqta u adem kishining neziridin pütünley chüshüp kétidu».
8 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?
«Bizning kichik singlimiz bardur, Biraq uning köksi yoqtur; Singlimizgha elchiler kelgen künide biz uning üchün néme qilimiz?»
9 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.
«Eger u sépil bolsa, Biz uninggha kümüsh munar salimiz; Eger u ishik bolsa, Biz uni kédir taxtaylar bilen qaplaymiz».
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
«Özüm bir sépildurmen, Hem méning köksilirim munarlardektur; Shunga men uning köz aldida xatirjemlik tapqan birsidek boldum».
11 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.
«Sulaymanning Baal-Hamonda üzümzari bar idi, Üzümzarini baghwenlerge ijarige berdi; Ularning hemmisi méwisi üchün ming tengge apirip bérishi kérek idi;
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Özümning üzümzarim mana méning aldimda turidu; Uning ming tenggisi sanga bolsun, i Sulayman, Shuningdek ikki yüz tengge méwisini baqquchilargha bolsun».
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
«Hey baghlarda turghuchi, Hemrahlar awazingni anglighusi bar; Mangimu uni anglatquzghaysen».
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
«I söyümlüküm, téz bole, Jeren yaki yash bughidek bol, Tétitqular taghliri üstide yügürüp!»
