Højsangen 3
1 På mit Leje om Natten søgte Ham, som min Sjæl har kær, jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.
On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
2 "Så står jeg op og går om i Byen, om På dens Gader og Torve og søger ham, som min Sjæl har kær. "Jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.
Now let me rise, and go around the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul has loved! I sought him, and I did not find him.
3 Vægterne, som færdes i Byen, traf mig: "Så I mon ham, som min Sjæl har kær?"
The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
4 Knap var jeg kommet forbi dem, så fandt jeg ham, som min Sjæl har kær; jeg greb ham og slap ham ikke, før jeg fik ham ind i min Moders Hus, i hendes Kammer, som fødte mig.
But I passed on a little from them, Until I found him whom my soul has loved! I seized him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him to the house of my mother—And the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre, ved Gazeller og Markens Hjorte: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
6 Hvad er det, som kommer fra Ørkenen i Støtter af Røg, omduftet af Myrra og Røgelse, alskens Vellugt?
Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
7 Se, det er Salomos Bærestol, omgivet af tresindstyve Helte, Israels Helte,
Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
8 alle med Sværd i Hånd, oplærte til Krig, hver med sit Sværd ved Lænd mod Nattens Rædsler.
All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
9 Kong Salomo laved sig en Bærekarm af Træ fra Libanon,
A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
10 gjorde dens Støtter af Sølv, dens Arme af Guld; i Midten er Ibenholt indlagt, Sædet er Purpur.
Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Jerusalems Døtre, gå ud og se på Kong Salomo, på Kronen, hans Moder kroned ham med på hans Brudefærds Dag, hans Hjertens Glædes Dag!
Go forth, and look, you daughters of Zion, On King Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
