Højsangen 8

 
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                                    1 Oh, var du min broder, som died min moders bryst! Jeg kyssed dig derude, når vi mødtes, og blev ikke agtet ringe,                                

                                    1 “Oh that you were like a brother to meWho nursed at my mother’s breasts.If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;No one would despise me, either.                                
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                                    2 tog dig ind i min Moders hus, i min moders kamre, gav dig krydret vin at drikke, Granatæblers Most.                                

                                    2 “I would lead you and bring youInto the house of my mother, who used to instruct me;I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.                                
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                                    3 Hans venstre under mit hoved, hans højre tager mig i favn.                                

                                    3 “Let his left hand be under my headAnd his right hand embrace me.”                                
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                                    4 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke før den ønsker det selv!                                

                                    4 “I want you to swear, O daughters of Jerusalem,Do not arouse or awaken my loveUntil she pleases.”                                
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                                    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."                                

                                    5 “Who is this coming up from the wildernessLeaning on her beloved?”
“Beneath the apple tree I awakened you;There your mother was in labor with you,There she was in labor and gave you birth.
                                
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                                    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.                                

                                    6 “Put me like a seal over your heart,Like a seal on your arm.For love is as strong as death,Jealousy is as severe as Sheol;Its flashes are flashes of fire,The very flame of the Lord.                                
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                                    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?                                

                                    7 “Many waters cannot quench love,Nor will rivers overflow it;If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love,It would be utterly despised.”                                
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                                    8 Vi har en lille Søster, som endnu ej har bryster; hvad gør vi med med vor Søster, den dag hun får en Bejler?                                

                                    8 “We have a little sister,And she has no breasts;What shall we do for our sisterOn the day when she is spoken for?                                
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                                    9 Er hun en Mur, så bygger vi en krone af sølv derpå, men er hun en Dør, så spærrer vi den med Cederplanke.                                

                                    9 “If she is a wall,We will build on her a battlement of silver;But if she is a door,We will barricade her with planks of cedar.”                                
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                                    10 Jeg er en Mur, Mine Bryster Tårne. Da blev jeg i hans Øjne som en, der finder Fred.                                

                                    10 “I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers;Then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace.                                
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                                    11 Salomo havde en Vingård i Ba'al-Hamon, til vogtere gav han den Vingård; hver kunne tjene tusind sekel Sølv på dens Frugt.                                

                                    11 “Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers.Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.                                
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                                    12 Jeg har for mig selv min Vingård; de tusinde, Salomo, er dine, to hundrede deres, som vogter dens Frugt.                                

                                    12 “My very own vineyard is at my disposal;The thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,And two hundred are for those who take care of its fruit.”                                
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                                    13 Du, som bor i Haverne, Vennerne lytter, lad mig høre din røst!                                

                                    13 “O you who sit in the gardens,My companions are listening for your voice—Let me hear it!”                                
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                                    14 Fly, min Ven, og vær som en Gazel, som den unge Hjort på Balsambjerge! ﻿                                

                                    14 “Hurry, my beloved,And be like a gazelle or a young stagOn the mountains of spices.”