Awit ni Solomon 8

1Oh ikaw sana'y naging aking kapatid, na humitit ng mga suso ng aking ina! Pagka nasumpungan kita sa labas, hahagkan kita; Oo, at walang hahamak sa akin. 2Aking papatnubayan ka, at dadalhin kita sa bahay ng aking ina, na magtuturo sa akin; aking paiinumin ka ng hinaluang alak, ng katas ng aking granada. 3Ang kaniyang kaliwang kamay ay malalagay sa ilalim ng aking ulo, at ang kaniyang kanang kamay ay yayakap sa akin. 4Pinagbibilinan ko kayo, Oh mga anak na babae ng Jerusalem, na huwag ninyong pukawin o gisingin man ang sinta ko, hanggang sa ibigin niya. 5Sino itong umaahong mula sa ilang, na humihilig sa kaniyang sinisinta? Sa ilalim ng punong mansanas ay ginising kita: doon nagdamdam sa iyo ang iyong ina, doon nagdamdam yaong nanganak sa iyo. 6Ilagay mo akong pinakatatak sa iyong puso, pinakatatak sa iyong bisig: sapagka't ang pagsinta ay malakas na parang kamatayan, panibugho ay mabagsik na parang Sheol: ang mga liyab niyaon ay parang mga liyab ng apoy, isang pinaka liyab ng Panginoon. 7Ang maraming tubig ay hindi makapapatay sa pagsinta, ni mapauurong man ng mga baha; kung ibigay ng lalake ang lahat na laman ng kaniyang bahay dahil sa pagsinta, siya'y lubos na kukutyain. 8Tayo'y may isang munting kapatid na babae, at siya'y walang mga suso: ano ang ating gagawin sa ating kapatid na babae sa araw na siya'y ipakikiusap? 9Kung siya'y maging isang kuta, pagtatayuan natin siya ng moog na pilak: at kung siya'y maging isang pintuan, ating tatakpan ng mga tablang sedro. 10Ako'y isang kuta, at ang aking mga suso ay parang mga moog niyaon: ako nga'y naging sa harap ng kaniyang mga mata ay parang nakakasumpong ng kapayapaan. 11Si Salomon ay may ubasan sa Baal-hamon; kaniyang pinaupahan ang ubasan sa mga tagapamahala; bawa't isa'y nagdadala dahil sa bunga niyaon ng isang libong putol na pilak. 12Ang aking ubasan na akin ay nasa harap ko; ikaw, Oh Salomon, ay magkakaroon ng libo, at ang nangagiingat ng bunga niyaon ay dalawang daan. 13Ikaw na tumatahan sa mga halamanan, ang mga kasama ay nangakikinig ng iyong tinig: iparinig mo sa akin. 14Ikaw ay magmadali, sinisinta ko, at ikaw ay maging parang usa o batang usa sa mga bundok ng mga especia.

1Oh 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. 2I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate. 3His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me. 4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends 5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you. 6Set 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 Yahweh. 7Many 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. Friends 8We 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? 9If 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. Beloved 10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace. 11Solomon 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. 12My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover 13You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved 14Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

1Och, dat Gij mij als een Broeder waart, zuigende de borsten mijner moeder! dat ik U op de straat vond, ik zou U kussen, ook zouden zij mij niet verachten. 2Ik zou U leiden, ik zou U brengen in mijner moeders huis, Gij zoudt mij leren; ik zou U van specerijwijn te drinken geven, en van het sap van mijn granaatappelen. 3Zijn linkerhand zij onder mijn hoofd, en Zijn rechterhand omhelze mij. 4Ik bezweer u, gij dochteren van Jeruzalem! dat gij die liefde niet opwekt, noch wakker maakt, totdat het dezelve lust! 5Wie is zij, die daar opklimt uit de woestijn, en liefelijk leunt op haar Liefste? Onder den appelboom heb ik u opgewekt, daar heeft u uw moeder met smart voortgebracht, daar heeft zij u met smart voortgebracht, die u gebaard heeft. 6Zet mij als een zegel op Uw hart, als een zegel op Uw arm; want de liefde is sterk als de dood; de ijver is hard als het graf; haar kolen zijn vurige kolen, vlammen des HEEREN. 7Vele wateren zouden deze liefde niet kunnen uitblussen; ja, de rivieren zouden ze niet verdrinken; al gaf iemand al het goed van zijn huis voor deze liefde, men zou hem te enenmale verachten. 8Wij hebben een kleine zuster, die nog geen borsten heeft; wat zullen wij onze zuster doen in dien dag, als men van haar spreken zal? 9Zo zij een muur is, wij zullen een paleis van zilver op haar bouwen; en zo zij een deur is, wij zullen haar rondom bezetten met cederen planken. 10Ik ben een muur en mijn borsten zijn als torens. Toen was ik in Zijn ogen als een, die vrede vindt. 11Salomo had een wijngaard, te Baal-Hamon; hij gaf dezen wijngaard aan de hoeders, een ieder bracht voor deszelfs vrucht duizend zilverlingen. 12Mijn wijngaard, dien ik heb, is voor mijn aangezicht; de duizend zilverlingen zijn voor u, o Salomo! maar tweehonderd zijn voor de hoeders van deszelfs vrucht. 13O gij bewoonster der hoven! de metgezellen merken op uw stem; doe ze Mij horen. 14Kom haastelijk, mijn Liefste! en wees Gij gelijk een ree, of gelijk een welp der herten op de bergen der specerijen.