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.
I would that you, O my kinsman, were he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found you without, I would kiss you; yes, they should not 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 take you, I would bring you into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make you to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
3 Viņa kreisā roka ir apakš manas galvas, un viņa labā roka mani apkampj.
His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, Jeruzālemes meitas, ko jūs uztraucat un modinājāt mīlestību, pirms tai pašai patīk?
I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
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 that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.
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 upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, [even] the flames thereof. (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.
Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly despise it.
8 Mums ir viena maza māsa, kam krūšu vēl nav, - ko mēs ar savu māsu darīsim tai dienā, kad viņu precēs?
Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall 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, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
10 Es biju mūris un manas krūtis bija kā torņi; tad es viņa acīs atradu mieru.
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that 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 in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand [pieces] of silver.
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 vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
13 Tu, kas tais dārzos dzīvo, tie biedri tavu balsi ņem vērā, dodi man to dzirdēt.
You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: make me hear [it].
14 Steidzies, mans draugs, un esi tā kā stirna vai kā jauns briedis pa smaržīgiem puķu kalniem.
Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
