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!

Por las noches busqué en mi cama al que ama mi alma; lo busqué, y no lo hallé.

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.

Me levantaré ahora, y rodearé por la ciudad; por las calles y por las plazas buscaré al que ama mi alma; lo busqué, y no lo hallé.

3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”

Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudad, y les dije: ¿Habéis visto al que ama mi alma?

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.

Pasando de ellos un poco, hallé luego al que mi alma ama; trabé de él, y no lo dejé, hasta que lo metí en casa de mi madre, y en la cámara de la que me dio a luz.

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!

Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalén, por las gamas y por las ciervas del campo, que no despertéis ni hagáis velar al amor, hasta que él quiera.

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?

¿Quién es ésta que sube del desierto como varas de humo, sahumada de mirra y de incienso, y de todos los polvos aromáticos?

7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

He aquí es la cama de Salomón; sesenta fuertes la rodean, de los fuertes de Israel.

8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

Todos ellos tienen espadas, diestros en la guerra; cada uno su cuchillo sobre su muslo, por los temores de la noche.

9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,

El rey Salomón se hizo un tálamo de madera del Líbano.

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.

Sus columnas hizo de plata, su solado de oro, su cielo de grana, su interior enlosado de amor, por las doncellas de Jerusalén.

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!

Salid, oh doncellas de Sion, y ved al rey Salomón con la corona con que le coronó su madre el día de su desposorio, y el día del gozo de su corazón.