Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
Paa mit Leje om Natten søgte jeg ham, som min Sjæl har kær, jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.
2 I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
»Saa staar jeg op og gaar om i Byen, om Paa dens Gader og Torve og søger ham, som min Sjæl har kær.« Jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.
3 The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
Vægterne, som færdes i Byen, traf mig: »Saa I mon ham, som min Sjæl har kær?«
4 I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
Knap var jeg kommet forbi dem, saa 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.
5 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre, ved Gazeller og Markens Hjorte: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!
6 Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
Hvad er det, som kommer fra Ørkenen i Støtter af Røg, omduftet af Myrra og Røgelse, alskens Vellugt?
7 See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
Se, det er Salomos Bærestol, omgivet af tresindstyve Helte, Israels Helte,
8 All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
alle med Sværd i Haand, oplærte til Krig, hver med sit Sværd ved Lænd mod Nattens Rædsler.
9 King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
Kong Salomo laved sig en Bærekarm af Træ fra Libanon,
10 He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
gjorde dens Støtter af Sølv, dens Arme af Guld; i Midten er Ibenholt indlagt, Sædet er Purpur.
11 Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
Jerusalems Døtre, gaa ud og se paa Kong Salomo, paa Kronen, hans Moder kroned ham med paa hans Brudefærds Dag, hans Hjertens Glædes Dag!
