Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Paa mit Leje om Natten søgte jeg ham, som min Sjæl har kær, jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
»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 that go about the city found me: — Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?
Vægterne, som færdes i Byen, traf mig: »Saa I mon ham, som min Sjæl har kær?«
4 — Scarcely had 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.
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 charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
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, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...
Hvad er det, som kommer fra Ørkenen i Støtter af Røg, omduftet af Myrra og Røgelse, alskens Vellugt?
7 Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
Se, det er Salomos Bærestol, omgivet af tresindstyve Helte, Israels Helte,
8 They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
alle med Sværd i Haand, oplærte til Krig, hver med sit Sværd ved Lænd mod Nattens Rædsler.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
Kong Salomo laved sig en Bærekarm af Træ fra Libanon,
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the daughters of Jerusalem.
gjorde dens Støtter af Sølv, dens Arme af Guld; i Midten er Ibenholt indlagt, Sædet er Purpur.
11 Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness 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!
