{"collection":"Bible & Christianity","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/bib/wb/alb/sol.htm","path":"bib/wb/alb/sol.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/bib/wb/alb/sol.htm","text":"1:1 Kantiku i kantik\u00ebve q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb i Salomonit.\n1:2 M\u00eb puth me t\u00eb puthurat e goj\u00ebs s\u00eb vet! Sepse dashuria jote \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e mir\u00eb se vera.\n1:3 Nga aroma e vajrave t\u00eb tua t\u00eb k\u00ebndshme emri yt \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb vaj i parfumuar i derdhur; prandaj t\u00eb duan vajzat.\n1:4 T\u00ebrhiqm\u00eb te ti! Ne do t\u00eb rendim pas teje! Mbreti m\u00eb \u00e7oi n\u00eb dhomat e tij. Ne do t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqemi dhe do t\u00eb g\u00ebzohemi te ti; ne do ta kujtojm\u00eb dashurin\u00eb t\u00ebnde m\u00eb shum\u00eb se ver\u00ebn. Kan\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb duan.\n1:5 Un\u00eb jam e zez\u00eb por e bukur, o bija t\u00eb Jeruzalemit, si \u00e7adrat e Kedarit, si perdet e Salomonit.\n1:6 Mos shikoni se jam e zez\u00eb, sepse dielli m\u00eb ka nxir\u00eb. Bijt\u00eb e n\u00ebnes sime jan\u00eb zem\u00ebruar me mua; m\u00eb kan\u00eb caktuar t\u00eb ruaj vreshtat, por vreshtin tim nuk e kam ruajtur.\n1:7 Thuam\u00eb, o ti q\u00eb t\u00eb dashuron zemra ime, ku e kullot kopen\u00eb dhe ku e l\u00eb t\u00eb pushoj\u00eb n\u00eb mesdit\u00eb. Pse vall\u00eb duhet t\u00eb jem si nj\u00eb grua e mbuluar me vel pran\u00eb kopeve t\u00eb shok\u00ebve t\u00eb tu?\n1:8 N\u00eb rast se ti nuk e di, o m\u00eb e bukura e grave, ndiq gjurm\u00ebt e kopes\u00eb dhe kulloti kecat e tua pran\u00eb \u00e7adrave t\u00eb barinjve.\n1:9 Mikesha ime, ti m\u00eb ngjan si pela ime midis qerreve t\u00eb Faraonit.\n1:10 Faqet e tua jan\u00eb t\u00eb bukura me ornamente, dhe qafa jote me gjerdane margaritaresh.\n1:11 Ne do t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb p\u00ebr ty gjerdane t\u00eb arta me tok\u00ebza prej argjendi.\n1:12 Nd\u00ebrsa mbreti \u00ebsht\u00eb ulur n\u00eb tryez\u00eb, livanda ime p\u00ebrhap arom\u00ebn e saj.\n1:13 K\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb qesk\u00eb e vog\u00ebl mirre; ajo do t\u00eb pushoj\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb nat\u00ebn midis gjive t\u00eb mia.\n1:14 K\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebr mua nj\u00eb tuf\u00eb lulesh alkane n\u00eb vreshtat e En-gedit.\n1:15 Ti je e bukur, mikja ime, ja, je e bukur! Syt\u00eb e tu jan\u00eb si ato t\u00eb p\u00ebllumbeshave.\n1:16 Sa i bukur je, i dashuri im, madje dhe i dashuruesh\u00ebm! P\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr shtrati yn\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb blerosh.\n1:17 Trar\u00ebt e sht\u00ebpive tona jan\u00eb prej kedri dhe tavanet tona prej qiparisi.\n2:1 Un\u00eb jam tr\u00ebndafili i Sharonit, zambaku i luginave.\n2:2 Si nj\u00eb zambak midis gjembave, ashtu \u00ebsht\u00eb mikesha ime midis vajzave.\n2:3 Si nj\u00eb moll\u00eb midis pem\u00ebve t\u00eb pyllit k\u00ebshtu \u00ebsht\u00eb i dashuri im midis t\u00eb rinjve. Kam d\u00ebsh\u00ebruar shum\u00eb t\u00eb rri n\u00eb hijen e tij dhe aty jam ulur, fryti i tij ishte i \u00ebmb\u00ebl n\u00eb goj\u00ebn time.\n2:4 M\u00eb \u00e7oi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e banketit dhe flamuri i tij mbi mua \u00ebsht\u00eb dashuria.\n2:5 M\u00eb mbani me pite rrushi, m\u00eb p\u00ebrt\u00ebrini me moll\u00eb, sepse un\u00eb vuaj nga dashuria.\n2:6 Dora e tij e majt\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb posht\u00eb kok\u00ebs sime, dora e tij e djatht\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafon.\n2:7 Ju p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrohem, o bija t\u00eb Jeruzalemit, p\u00ebr gazelat dhe sutat fushave, mos e ngacmoni dhe mos e zgjoni dashurin\u00eb time, deri sa k\u00ebshtu t'i p\u00eblqej\u00eb\n2:8 Ja z\u00ebri i t\u00eb dashurit tim! Ja, ai vjen duke k\u00ebrcyer mbi malet, duke u hedhur mbi kodrat.\n2:9 I dashuri im i p\u00ebrngjan nj\u00eb gazele apo nj\u00eb dreri t\u00eb ri. Ja ku \u00ebsht\u00eb prapa murit ton\u00eb, shikon nga dritaret, hedh v\u00ebshtrime n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet hekurave t\u00eb tyre.\n2:10 I dashuri im m\u00eb ka folur dhe m\u00eb ka th\u00ebn\u00eb: \"\u00c7ohu, mikja ime, e bukura ime, dhe eja!\n2:11 Sepse, ja, dimri ka kaluar, shiu pushoi, iku.\n2:12 Lulet duken mbi tok\u00eb, koha e t\u00eb k\u00ebnduarit erdhi, dhe n\u00eb vendin ton\u00eb d\u00ebgjohet z\u00ebri i turtullesh\u00ebs.\n2:13 Fiku nxjerr fiqt\u00eb e tij t\u00eb papjekur, vreshtat n\u00eb lul\u00ebzim p\u00ebrhapin nj\u00eb arom\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebndshme. \u00c7ohu, mikja ime, e bukura ime, dhe eja.\n2:14 O p\u00ebllumbesha ime, q\u00eb rri n\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7arat e shk\u00ebmbinjve, n\u00eb strukat e rr\u00ebmoreve, ma trego fytyr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, m\u00eb b\u00ebj ta d\u00ebgjoj z\u00ebrin t\u00ebnd, sepse z\u00ebri yt \u00ebsht\u00eb i k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm dhe fytyra jote \u00ebsht\u00eb e hijshme\".\n2:15 I zini dhelprat, dhelprat e vogla q\u00eb d\u00ebmtojn\u00eb vreshtat, sepse vreshtat tona jan\u00eb n\u00eb lul\u00ebzim.\n2:16 I dashuri im \u00ebsht\u00eb imi, dhe un\u00eb jam e tij; ai e kullot kopen\u00eb midis zambak\u00ebve.\n2:17 Para se t\u00eb fryj\u00eb flladi i dit\u00ebs dhe hijet t\u00eb ikin, kthehu, i dashuri im, dhe sillu si nj\u00eb gazel\u00eb o nj\u00eb drenush\u00eb mbi malet q\u00eb na ndajn\u00eb.\n3:1 Mbi shtratin tim gjat\u00eb nat\u00ebs k\u00ebrkova at\u00eb q\u00eb dashuron zemra ime, e k\u00ebrkova, por nuk e gjeta.\n3:2 Tani do t\u00eb ngrihem dhe do t\u00eb shkoj rrotull n\u00ebp\u00ebr qytet, n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00ebt dhe n\u00ebp\u00ebr sheshet do t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj at\u00eb q\u00eb do zemra ime. E k\u00ebrkova, por nuk e gjeta.\n3:3 Rojet q\u00eb sillen n\u00ebp\u00ebr qytet m\u00eb takuan. I pyeta ata: \"A e pat\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb do zemra ime?\".\n3:4 Sapo i kalova, gjeta at\u00eb q\u00eb do zemra ime. E shtr\u00ebngova fort dhe nuk kam nd\u00ebrmend ta braktis deri sa ta \u00e7oj n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e n\u00ebnes sime dhe n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e asaj q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ngjizur.\n3:5 Ju p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrohem, o bija t\u00eb Jeruzalemit, p\u00ebr gazelat dhe sutat e fushave, mos e ngacmoni dhe mos e zgjoni dashurin time deri sa k\u00ebshtu t'i p\u00eblqej\u00eb.\n3:6 Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb vjen nga shkret\u00ebtira, si kollona tymi, e parfumuar me mirr\u00eb dhe temjan dhe me lloj-lloj pluhurash aromatik\u00eb t\u00eb treg\u00ebtar\u00ebve?\n3:7 Ja shtrati i Salomonit, rreth t\u00eb cilit q\u00ebndrojn\u00eb gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb njer\u00ebz guximtar\u00eb, trima t\u00eb Izraelit.\n3:8 T\u00eb gjith\u00eb p\u00ebrdorin shpat\u00ebn, jan\u00eb t\u00eb rrahur n\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtjen e luft\u00ebs; secili mban shpat\u00ebn n\u00eb ij\u00eb p\u00ebr tmerret e nat\u00ebs.\n3:9 Mbreti Salomon i ka b\u00ebr\u00eb vetes nj\u00eb lektiz\u00eb me dru Libani.\n3:10 I ka b\u00ebr\u00eb kolonat e saj prej argjendi, shpinz\u00ebn e saj prej ari, ndenj\u00ebsen prej purpuri; pjesa e brend\u00ebshme e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb qendisur me dashuri nga bijat e Jeruzalemit.\n3:11 Dilni, bija t\u00eb Sionit, soditni mbretin Salomon me kuror\u00ebn me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e ka kuror\u00ebzuar e \u00ebma, dit\u00ebn e dasm\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, dit\u00ebn e g\u00ebzimit t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb tij.\n4:1 Sa e bukur je, o mikja ime, sa e bukur je! Syt\u00eb e tu prapa velit t\u00ebnd jan\u00eb si ato t\u00eb p\u00ebllumbeshave; flok\u00ebt e tu jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb kope dhish, q\u00eb kullosin n\u00eb malin Galaad.\n4:2 Dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tua jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb kope delesh t\u00eb qethura, q\u00eb kthehen nga vendi i larjes; t\u00eb gjitha kan\u00eb binjak\u00ebt e tyre dhe asnj\u00eb prej tyre nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb shterp\u00eb.\n4:3 Buz\u00ebt e tua jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb fije e kuqe flak\u00eb, dhe goja jote \u00ebsht\u00eb e k\u00ebndshme; t\u00ebmthat e tu prapa velit t\u00ebnd jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb thel\u00eb shege.\n4:4 Qafa jote \u00ebsht\u00eb si kulla e Davidit, e nd\u00ebrtuar p\u00ebr nj\u00eb arm\u00ebri; mbi t\u00eb cil\u00ebn jan\u00eb varur nj\u00eb mij\u00eb mburoja, t\u00eb gjitha mburojat t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve trima.\n4:5 T\u00eb dy sis\u00ebt e tua jan\u00eb si dy kaproj t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl, binjake t\u00eb gazelave, q\u00eb kullosin midis zambak\u00ebve.\n4:6 P\u00ebrpara se flladi i dit\u00ebs t\u00eb ndihet dhe hijet t\u00eb ikin, do t\u00eb shkoj n\u00eb malin e mirr\u00ebs dhe n\u00eb kodr\u00ebn e temjanit.\n4:7 Ti je e t\u00ebra e bukur, mikja ime, dhe nuk ka n\u00eb ty asnj\u00eb t\u00eb met\u00eb.\n4:8 Eja me mua nga Libani, o nusja ime, eja me mua nga Libani! Shiko nga maja e Amanas, nga maja e Senirit dhe e Hermonit, nga strofkat e luan\u00ebve dhe nga malet e leopard\u00ebve.\n4:9 Ti m\u00eb ke rr\u00ebmbyer zemr\u00ebn, o motra ime, nusja ime; ti m\u00eb ke rr\u00ebmbyer zemr\u00ebn me nj\u00eb shikim t\u00eb vet\u00ebm t\u00eb syve t\u00eb tu, me nj\u00eb gushore t\u00eb vetme t\u00eb qaf\u00ebs sate.\n4:10 Sa e k\u00ebnaqshme \u00ebsht\u00eb dashuria jote, o motra ime, nusja ime! Sa m\u00eb e mir\u00eb se vera \u00ebsht\u00eb dashuria jote dhe aroma e vajrave t\u00eb tua t\u00eb parfumuara \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e k\u00ebndshme se gjith\u00eb aromat!\n4:11 Nusja ime, buz\u00ebt e tua pikojn\u00eb si nj\u00eb huall mjalt\u00eb, mjalt\u00eb dhe qum\u00ebsht ka n\u00ebn gjuh\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, dhe aroma e rrobave t\u00eb tua \u00ebsht\u00eb si aroma e Libanit.\n4:12 Motra ime, nusja ime, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb kopsht i mbyllur, nj\u00eb burim i mbyllur, gurr\u00eb e vulosur.\n4:13 Filizat e tua jan\u00eb nj\u00eb kop\u00ebsht sheg\u00ebsh me fryte t\u00eb zgjedhura me bim\u00eb t\u00eb alkan\u00ebs me nardo,\n4:14 me nardo dhe kroko, kanell\u00eb dhe \u00e7inamom, me t\u00eb gjitha llojet e drur\u00ebve t\u00eb temjanit, t\u00eb mirr\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb aloes, me t\u00eb gjitha aromat m\u00eb t\u00eb mira.\n4:15 Ti je nj\u00eb burim lulishtesh, nj\u00eb pus uj\u00ebrash t\u00eb fresk\u00ebta, rr\u00ebkesh q\u00eb dalin nga Libani.\n4:16 Zgjohu, o veri dhe eja, o jug\u00eb; fryj mbi kopshtin tim, dhe aromat e tij t\u00eb p\u00ebrhapen! Le t\u00eb hyj\u00eb i dashuri im n\u00eb kopshtin e tij dhe t\u00eb haj\u00eb frytet e zgjedhura!\n5:1 Hyra n\u00eb kopshtin tim, o motra ime, nusja ime, mblodha mirr\u00ebn time me balsamin tim, h\u00ebngra huallin tim me mjaltin tim, piva ver\u00ebn time me qum\u00ebshtin tim. Shok\u00eb, hani, pini; po, dehuni, o t\u00eb dashur!\n5:2 Un\u00eb flija, por zemra ime p\u00ebrgjonte. D\u00ebgjoj z\u00ebrin e t\u00eb dashurit tim, q\u00eb troket dhe thot\u00eb: \"Hapma, motra ime, mikja ime, p\u00ebllumbesha ime, e p\u00ebrkryera ime, sepse koka ime \u00ebsht\u00eb gjith\u00eb ves\u00eb dhe ka\u00e7urrelat e mia gjith\u00eb cirka t\u00eb nat\u00ebs.\n5:3 E hoqa rrob\u00ebn time, si mund ta vesh p\u00ebrs\u00ebri? I lava k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, si mund t'i f\u00eblliq p\u00ebrs\u00ebri?\n5:4 I dashuri im e vuri dor\u00ebn te vrima e der\u00ebs, dhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrbr\u00ebndshmet e mia u ngash\u00ebrryen nga ai.\n5:5 U ngrita p\u00ebr t'i hapur der\u00ebn t\u00eb dashurit tim, dhe nga duart e mia pikoi mirra, nga gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e mi mirra e l\u00ebng\u00ebt, q\u00eb rridhte mbi dorez\u00ebn e brav\u00ebs.\n5:6 Ia hapa t\u00eb dashurit tim, por i dashuri im ishte t\u00ebrhequr dhe kishte ikur; zemra ime ligshtohej kur ai fliste. E k\u00ebrkova, por nuk e gjeta; e thirra, por ai nuk m'u p\u00ebrgjigj.\n5:7 Rojet q\u00eb sillen n\u00ebp\u00ebr qytet m\u00eb gjet\u00ebn, m\u00eb rrah\u00ebn, m\u00eb plagos\u00ebn; rojet e mureve m\u00eb \u00e7or\u00ebn velin.\n5:8 Un\u00eb ju lutem shum\u00eb, o bija t\u00eb Jeruzalemit, n\u00eb rast se e gjeni t\u00eb dashurin tim, \u00e7far\u00eb do t'i thoni? I thoni se jam e s\u00ebmur\u00eb nga dashuria.\n5:9 \u00c7far\u00eb ka m\u00eb tep\u00ebr i dashuri yt se nj\u00eb i dashur tjet\u00ebr, o m\u00eb e bukura midis grave? \u00c7far\u00eb ka i dashuri yt m\u00eb tep\u00ebr se nj\u00eb i dashur tjet\u00ebr, p\u00ebrse p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrohesh k\u00ebshtu?\n5:10 I dashuri im \u00ebsht\u00eb i bardh\u00eb dhe i kuq, ai dallon nd\u00ebr dhjet\u00eb mij\u00eb veta.\n5:11 Koka e tij \u00ebsht\u00eb ar i kulluar, ka\u00e7urelat e flok\u00ebve t\u00eb tij jan\u00eb rica-rica, t\u00eb zeza korb.\n5:12 Syt\u00eb e tij jan\u00eb si ato t\u00eb p\u00ebllumbit pran\u00eb rr\u00ebkeve t\u00eb ujit, t\u00eb lara n\u00eb qum\u00ebsht, t\u00eb ngallmuara si nj\u00eb gur i \u00e7muar n\u00eb nj\u00eb unaz\u00eb.\n5:13 Faqet e tij jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb lehe balsami, si lehe bar\u00ebrash aromatike; buz\u00ebt e tij jan\u00eb zambak\u00eb, q\u00eb nxjerrin mirra t\u00eb l\u00ebng\u00ebt.\n5:14 Duart e tij jan\u00eb unaza ari, t\u00eb stolisura me gur\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7muar; barku i tij \u00ebsht\u00eb i fildisht q\u00eb shndrit, i mbuluar me safire.\n5:15 K\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tij jan\u00eb kollona mermeri t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtetura n\u00eb themele ari t\u00eb kulluar. Pamja e tij \u00ebsht\u00eb si Libani, madh\u00ebshtore si kedrat.\n5:16 Goja e tij \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00eblsia; po, ai \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00ebrheq\u00ebs n\u00eb \u00e7do pikpamje. Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb i dashuri im, ky \u00ebsht\u00eb miku im, o bija t\u00eb Jeruzalemit.\n6:1 Ku shkoi i dashuri yt, o m\u00eb e bukura midis grave? Ku shkoi i dashuri yt, q\u00eb t\u00eb mund ta k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb bashk\u00eb me ty?\n6:2 I dashuri im zbriti n\u00eb kopshtin e tij, n\u00eb lehet e balsamit p\u00ebr t\u00eb kullotur kopen\u00eb n\u00eb kopshtet dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbledhur zambak\u00eb.\n6:3 Un\u00eb jam e t\u00eb dashurit tim dhe i dashuri im \u00ebsht\u00eb imi; ai e kullot kopen\u00eb midis zambak\u00ebve.\n6:4 Mikja ime, ti je e bukur si Tirtsahu, i hijsh\u00ebm si Jeruzalemi, e tmerrshme si nj\u00eb ushtri me flamuj t\u00eb shpalosur.\n6:5 Largo nga un\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu, sepse m\u00eb turbullojn\u00eb. Flok\u00ebt e tu jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb kope dhish, q\u00eb kullosin mbi malin e Galaadit.\n6:6 Dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tua jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb kope dhensh, q\u00eb kthehen nga vendi ku lahen; t\u00eb gjitha kan\u00eb binjak\u00eb dhe asnj\u00ebra prej tyre nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb shterpe.\n6:7 T\u00ebmthat e tu prapa velit t\u00ebnd jan\u00eb si nj\u00eb rrisk\u00eb shege.\n6:8 Aty ka gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb mbret\u00ebresha dhe tet\u00ebdhjet\u00eb konkubina, si dhe vajza pa num\u00ebrim.\n6:9 Por p\u00ebllumbesha ime, e p\u00ebrkryera ime, \u00ebsht\u00eb e vetme; n\u00ebna e ka t\u00eb vetme, e p\u00ebrzgjedhura e saj q\u00eb e ka pjell\u00eb. Vajzat e kan\u00eb par\u00eb dhe e kan\u00eb shpallur t\u00eb lume, po, edhe mbret\u00ebreshat dhe konkubinat, e kan\u00eb lavd\u00ebruar.\n6:10 Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb shfaqet si agimi, e bukur si h\u00ebna, e past\u00ebr si dielli, e tmerrshme si nj\u00eb ushtri me flamuj t\u00eb shpalosur?\n6:11 Un\u00eb zbrita n\u00eb kopshtin e arrave p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb bim\u00ebt e blerta t\u00eb lugin\u00ebs, p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb se hardhit\u00eb ishin n\u00eb lul\u00ebzim dhe sheg\u00ebt kishin bul\u00ebzuar.\n6:12 Nuk e di si, por d\u00ebshira ime m\u00eb vuri mbi qerret e popullit tim fisnik.\n6:13 Kthehu, kthehu, o Shulamite, kthehu, kthehu, q\u00eb t\u00eb mund t\u00eb t\u00eb admirojm\u00eb. \u00c7far\u00eb shikoni te Shulamitja? Si nj\u00eb valle me dy grupe?\n7:1 Sa t\u00eb bukura jan\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tua n\u00eb k\u00ebpuc\u00eb, o bija e princit! Pjes\u00ebt e rrumbullakta t\u00eb ij\u00ebve t\u00eb tua jan\u00eb si stolira, vep\u00ebr e dor\u00ebs s\u00eb nj\u00eb artisti.\n7:2 K\u00ebrthiza jote \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb kup\u00eb e rrumbullak\u00ebt, ku nuk mungon kurr\u00eb vera aromatike. Barku yt \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb tog gruri, i rrethuar nga zambak\u00eb.\n7:3 Dy sis\u00ebt e tua jan\u00eb si dy kaproj t\u00eb vegjel, binjake t\u00eb gazelave.\n7:4 Qafa jote \u00ebsht\u00eb si nj\u00eb kull\u00eb fildishi, syt\u00eb e tu jan\u00eb si ato t\u00eb pellgjeve t\u00eb Heshbonit pran\u00eb port\u00ebs s\u00eb Bath-Rabimit. Hunda jote \u00ebsht\u00eb si kulla e Libanit, q\u00eb shikon n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb Damaskut.\n7:5 Koka jote lartohet mbi ty si Karmeli dhe flok\u00ebt e kok\u00ebs sate jan\u00eb purpur; nj\u00eb mbret u zu rob i g\u00ebrshetave t\u00eb tua.\n7:6 Sa e bukur je dhe sa e hijshme je, o e dashura ime, me t\u00eb gjitha \u00ebndjet q\u00eb siguron!\n7:7 Shtati yt \u00ebsht\u00eb i nj\u00ebllojt\u00eb me at\u00eb t\u00eb palm\u00ebs dhe sis\u00ebt e tua jan\u00eb si vile.\n7:8 Kam th\u00ebn\u00eb: \"Do t\u00eb ngjitem mbi palm\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb kap deg\u00ebt e saj\". Qofshin sis\u00ebt e tua si vilet e rrushit, aroma e frym\u00ebs sate si ajo e moll\u00ebve,\n7:9 dhe t\u00eb puthurat e goj\u00ebs sate si nj\u00eb ver\u00eb e zgjedhur, q\u00eb zbret \u00ebmb\u00ebl p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqur d\u00ebshir\u00ebn time, duke \u00e7ikur shum\u00eb leht\u00eb buz\u00ebt e atij q\u00eb fle.\n7:10 Un\u00eb jam e t\u00eb dashurit tim dhe ai m\u00eb d\u00ebshiron.\n7:11 Eja, i dashuri im, le t\u00eb dalim n\u00ebp\u00ebr fusha, ta kalojm\u00eb nat\u00ebn n\u00ebp\u00ebr fshatra!\n7:12 T\u00eb \u00e7ohemi shpejt n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb vreshtat dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb qoft\u00eb se vreshti ka l\u00ebshuar llastar\u00eb, n\u00eb se kan\u00eb \u00e7elur lulet e tij dhe n\u00eb se sheg\u00ebt kan\u00eb lul\u00ebzuar. Aty do t\u00eb jap dashurin\u00eb time.\n7:13 Mad\u00ebrgonat p\u00ebrhapin arom\u00ebn e tyre dhe mbi portat tona ka fryte t\u00eb zgjedhura t\u00eb \u00e7do lloji, t\u00eb fresk\u00ebta dhe t\u00eb thata, q\u00eb i kam ruajtur p\u00ebr ty, i dashuri im.\n8:1 Ah, sikur t\u00eb ishe ti si nj\u00eb v\u00ebllai im, q\u00eb m\u00ebnd n\u00eb gjit\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime! Duke t\u00eb gjetur jasht\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb puthja, dhe askush nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebr\u00e7monte.\n8:2 Do t\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7oja dhe do t\u00eb fusja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime; ti do t\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsoje dhe un\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb jepja p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb ver\u00eb aromatike, l\u00ebng nga shega ime.\n8:3 Dora e tij e majt\u00eb qoft\u00eb n\u00ebn kok\u00ebn time dhe e djathta e tij m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoft\u00eb!\n8:4 O bija t\u00eb Jerzalemit, ju lutem shum\u00eb, mos e shqet\u00ebsoni dhe mos e zgjoni dashurin\u00eb time, deri sa k\u00ebshtu t'i p\u00eblqej\u00eb.\n8:5 Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb del nga shkret\u00ebtira duke u mb\u00ebshtetur tek i dashuri i saj? T\u00eb kam zgjuar n\u00ebn moll\u00ebn, ku n\u00ebna jote t\u00eb ka lindur, ku ajo q\u00eb t\u00eb ka lindur t\u00eb ka nxjerr\u00eb n\u00eb drit\u00eb.\n8:6 M\u00eb v\u00ebr si nj\u00eb vul\u00eb mbi zemr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, si nj\u00eb vul\u00eb mbi krahun t\u00ebnd; sepse dashuria \u00ebsht\u00eb e fort\u00eb si vdekja, xhelozia \u00ebsht\u00eb e ashp\u00ebr si Sheoli. Flak\u00ebt e saj jan\u00eb flak\u00eb zjarri, nj\u00eb flak\u00eb q\u00eb p\u00ebrv\u00eblon.\n8:7 Uj\u00ebrat e m\u00ebdha nuk do t\u00eb mund ta shuajn\u00eb dashurin\u00eb, as lumenjt\u00eb ta p\u00ebrmbytin. N\u00eb rast se dikush do t\u00eb jepte t\u00ebr\u00eb pasurit\u00eb e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb tij n\u00eb k\u00ebmbim t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, do t\u00eb p\u00ebrbuzej me siguri.\n8:8 Ne kemi nj\u00eb mot\u00ebr t\u00eb vog\u00ebl q\u00eb ende nuk ka sis\u00eb; \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb p\u00ebr motr\u00ebn ton\u00eb dit\u00ebn q\u00eb do t\u00eb flitet p\u00ebr t\u00eb?\n8:9 N\u00eb qoft\u00eb se \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mur, do t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtojm\u00eb mbi t\u00eb nj\u00eb pallat prej argjendi; n\u00eb qoft\u00eb se \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb port\u00eb, do ta forcojm\u00eb me d\u00ebrrasa kedri.\n8:10 Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb mur, dhe sis\u00ebt e mia jan\u00eb si kulla; prandaj n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tij jam b\u00ebr\u00eb si ajo q\u00eb ka gjetur paqen.\n8:11 Salomoni kishte nj\u00eb vresht n\u00eb Baal-Hamon; ai ua besoi disa rojtar\u00ebve, secili prej tyre duhet t'i \u00e7onte si fryt t\u00eb tij nj\u00eb mij\u00eb sikla argjendi.\n8:12 Vreshti im, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb imi, ndodhet para meje. Ti, Salomon, mbaji nj\u00eb mij\u00eb siklat dhe rojtar\u00ebt e frytit t\u00eb tij marrshin dyqind.\n8:13 Ti q\u00eb banon n\u00eb kopshte, shok\u00ebt po d\u00ebgjojn\u00eb z\u00ebrin t\u00ebnd; b\u00ebj ta d\u00ebgjoj edhe un\u00eb.\n8:14 Eja shpejt, i dashuri im, dhe ngjaji nj\u00eb gazele apo nj\u00eb sute n\u00eb malet e aromave!","title":"Albanian Bible: Song of Solomon","type":"page"}