Højsangen 3
1 Paa mit Leje om Natten søgte jeg den, som min Sjæl elsker; jeg søgte efter ham, men fandt ham ikke.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2 Jeg vil dog staa op og gaa omkring i Staden, paa Stræderne og paa Gaderne, jeg vil søge efter den, som min Sjæl elsker; jeg søgte efter ham og fandt ham ikke.
[I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 Vægterne, som gaa omkring i Staden, fandt mig; til dem sagde jeg: Have I set den, som min Sjæl elsker?
The watchmen that go about the city found me; [To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
4 Næppe var jeg kommen forbi dem, førend jeg fandt den, som min Sjæl elsker; jeg greb ham og vil ikke lade ham fare, førend jeg faar bragt ham til min Moders Hus og til hendes Kammer, som undfangede mig.
It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother’s house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! ved Raaerne eller Hinderne paa Marken, at I ikke vække eller forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
6 Hvo er hun, der kommer op fra Ørken, som Støtter af Røg, omduftet af Myrra og Virak, af alle Haande vellugtende Sager?
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
7 Se Salomos Seng! der staar tresindstyve vældige trindt omkring den, af de vældige i Israel.
Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
8 Alle forstaa de at bruge Sværd, de ere oplærte til Krig; hver har sit Sværd ved sin Side imod Nattens Rædsel.
They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
9 Kong Salomo lod sig gøre en Bærestol af Træ fra Libanon.
King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Dens Stolper gjorde han af Sølv og Ryggen dertil af Guld, dens Sæde af Purpur; dens Indre var belagt med Kærlighed af Jerusalems Døtre.
He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 I Zions Døtre! gaar ud og ser paa Kong Salomo med den Krone, som hans Moder kronede ham med paa hans Bryllupsdag og paa hans Hjertes Glædes Dag.
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
