Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
Naktī savā gultā es meklēju to, ko mana dvēsele mīl; es meklēju, bet viņu neatradu.
2 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
Es celšos jel un iešu pilsētā apkārt pa gatvēm un ielām; es meklēšu to, ko mana dvēsele mīl. Es meklēju, bet viņu neatradu.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Sargi mani atrada, kas pilsētā iet apkārt: vai jūs neesat redzējuši to, ko mana dvēsele mīl?
4 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.
Kad es maķenīt tiem biju pagājusi garām, tad es atradu to, ko mana dvēsele mīl; es viņu turu un to neatlaidīšu, kamēr es viņu vedīšu savas mātes namā, savas dzemdētājas kambarī.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, jūs Jeruzālemes meitas, pie tām stirnām un kalnu kazām, neuztraucat un nemodinājat mīlestību, kamēr tai pašai patīk.
6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
Kas ir šī, kas no tuksneša nāk kā dūmu stabs, apkvēpināta ar mirrēm un vīraku, ar visādām veikalnieku zālēm?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Redzi, ap Salamana krēslu apkārt ir sešdesmit varoņi no Israēla varoņiem.
8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
Tie visi tur zobenus, mācīti karot; ikkatram savs zobens pie gurniem pret nakts bailēm.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Ķēniņš Salamans sev licis taisīt nesamu krēslu no Lībanus kokiem.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Viņa stabus viņš taisīja no sudraba, to lēni no zelta, to sēdekli no purpura, viņa iekšpuse bija izpušķota no Jeruzālemes meitu mīlestības.
11 Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Ejat ārā un uzlūkojiet, Ciānas meitas, ķēniņu Salamanu ar to kroni, ar ko viņa māte to kronēja viņa kāzu dienā un viņa sirds līksmības dienā.
