Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
Ponoči sem na svoji postelji iskala njega, ki ga ljubi moja duša; iskala sem ga, toda nisem ga našla.
2 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.
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 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Stražarji, ki hodijo po mestu, so me našli, ki sem jim rekla: »Ali ste videli njega, ki ga ljubi moja duša?«
4 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.
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 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!
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 palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Kdo je ta, ki prihaja iz divjine, podobna stebrom dima, odišavljena z miro in kadilom, z vsemi trgovčevimi praški?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Poglej njegovo posteljo, ki je Salomonova. Šestdeset hrabrih mož je okoli nje, izmed Izraelovih hrabrih.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Vsi držijo meče, izkušeni so v vojni; vsak človek ima svoj meč na svojem stegnu zaradi strahu ponoči.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Kralj Salomon si je naredil bojni voz iz libanonskega lesa.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [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 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!
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.
