Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
Ponoči sem na svoji postelji iskala njega, ki ga ljubi moja duša; iskala sem ga, toda nisem ga našla.
2 I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.
Sedaj se bom dvignila in šla okoli mesta, po ulicah in po širokih poteh bom iskala njega, ki ga ljubi moja duša. Iskala sem ga, toda nisem ga našla.
3 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
Stražarji, ki hodijo po mestu, so me našli, ki sem jim rekla: »Ali ste videli njega, ki ga ljubi moja duša?«
4 I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
Ni bilo dolgo, ko sem odšla od njih, vendar sem našla tistega, ki ga ljubi moja duša. Prijela sem ga in ga nisem hotela izpustiti, dokler ga nisem privedla v hišo svoje matere in v sobo nje, ki me je spočela.
5 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, pri srnah in pri poljskih košutah, da ne razvnamete niti ne zbudite moje ljubezni, dokler njemu ugaja.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?
Kdo je ta, ki prihaja iz divjine, podobna stebrom dima, odišavljena z miro in kadilom, z vsemi trgovčevimi praški?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
Poglej njegovo posteljo, ki je Salomonova. Šestdeset hrabrih mož je okoli nje, izmed Izraelovih hrabrih.
8 All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
Vsi držijo meče, izkušeni so v vojni; vsak človek ima svoj meč na svojem stegnu zaradi strahu ponoči.
9 King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
Kralj Salomon si je naredil bojni voz iz libanonskega lesa.
10 He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Njegove stebre je naredil iz srebra, njegovo dno iz zlata, njegovo pokrivalo iz škrlata, njegova sreda je bila tlakovana z ljubeznijo do jeruzalemskih hčera.
11 Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother bestowed on the day of his wedding— the day of his heart’s rejoicing.
Pojdite ven, oh hčere sionske in glejte kralja Salomona s krono, s katero ga je na dan njegovih zarok kronala njegova mati in na dan veselja njegovega srca.
