Awit ng mga Awit 8
Ang Biblia, 2001
8 O ikaw sana'y naging tulad sa aking kapatid,
na pinasuso sa dibdib ng aking ina!
Kapag nakasalubong kita sa labas, hahagkan kita;
at walang hahamak sa akin.
2 Aking aakayin ka at dadalhin kita
sa bahay ng aking ina,
at sa silid niya na naglihi sa akin.
Aking paiinumin ka ng hinaluang alak,
ng katas ng aking granada.
3 Ang kanyang kaliwang kamay sana ay nasa ilalim ng aking ulo,
at ang kanyang kanang kamay ay nakayakap sa akin!
4 Pinagbibilinan ko kayo, O mga anak na babae ng Jerusalem,
na huwag ninyong pukawin o gisingin man ang pagmamahal,
hanggang sa kanyang maibigan.
Mga Babae
5 Sino itong umaahon mula sa ilang,
na nakahilig sa kanyang minamahal?
Babae
Sa ilalim ng punong mansanas ay ginising kita.
Doon ay naghirap sa panganganak ang iyong ina,
siya na nagsilang sa iyo ay naghirap doon sa panganganak.
6 Ilagay mo akong pinakatatak sa iyong puso,
pinakatatak sa iyong bisig;
sapagkat ang pag-ibig ay kasinlakas tulad ng kamatayan,
ang panibugho ay kasimbagsik na tulad ng libingan.
Ang mga liyab niyon ay parang mga liyab ng apoy,
isang apoy na lumalagablab.
7 Hindi kayang patayin ng maraming tubig ang pag-ibig,
ni malulunod man ito ng mga baha.
Kung ihandog ng isang lalaki dahil sa pag-ibig
ang lahat ng kayamanan sa kanyang bahay,
iyon ay kukutyaing lubusan.
Mga Kapatid na Lalaki
8 Kami'y may isang munting kapatid na babae,
at siya'y walang mga suso.
Ano ang aming gagawin sa aming kapatid na babae,
sa araw na siya'y ligawan?
9 Kung siya'y isang pader,
ipagtatayo namin siya ng muog na pilak,
ngunit kung siya'y isang pintuan,
tatakpan namin siya ng mga tablang sedro.
Babae
10 Ako'y isang pader,
at ang aking mga suso ay parang mga tore,
ako nga'y naging sa kanyang mga mata
ay tulad ng nagdadala ng kapayapaan.
Mangingibig
11 Si Solomon ay may ubasan sa Baal-hamon;
kanyang pinaupahan ang ubasan sa mga tagapamahala;
bawat isa'y dapat magdala ng isang libong pirasong pilak para sa bunga.
12 Ang aking ubasan, na sadyang akin, ay para sa aking sarili,
ikaw, O Solomon, ay magkaroon nawa ng libo,
at ang nag-iingat ng bunga niyon ay dalawandaan.
13 Ikaw na tumatahan sa mga halamanan,
ang mga kasama ko ay nakikinig sa iyong tinig.
Iparinig mo sa akin.
Babae
14 Ikaw ay magmadali, sinta ko,
at ikaw ay maging parang usa
o batang usa
sa mga bundok ng mga pabango.
Song of Solomon 8
King James Version
8 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Song of Solomon 8
21st Century King James Version
8 “O, that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up nor awake my love, until he please.”
5 “Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she brought thee forth that bore thee.”
6 “Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.”
7 “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.”
8 “We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.”
10 “I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.”
13 “Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice; cause me to hear it.”
14 “Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.”
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