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!
Jag sökte om nattena i mine säng den min själ kär hade; jag sökte, men jag fann honom intet.
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.
Jag vill stå upp och gå omkring i staden, på gator och gränder, och söka den min själ kär hafver; jag sökte, men jag fann honom intet.
3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Mig funno väktarena, som kringom i staden gå: Hafven I icke sett den min själ kär hafver?
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.
Då jag kom litet framom dem, så fann jag den min själ kär hafver; jag håller honom, och vill icke öfvergifva honom, tilldess jag hafver honom in uti mins moders hus, uti mins moders kammar.
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!
Jag besvär eder, I Jerusalems döttrar, vid rår och hinder på markene, att I icke uppväcken mina käro, eller omaken henne, tilldess henne sjelf lyster.
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?
Ho är denna, som uppgår utur öknene, såsom en rök af myrrham, rökelse och allahanda apothekares pulver?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Si, omkring Salomos säng stå sextio starke, utaf de starka i Israel;
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Alle hålla de svärd, och äro behändige till strids; hvardera hafver sitt svärd vid sina sido, för fruktans skull, om nattena.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Konung Salomo lät göra sig ett sängerum af Libanons trä;
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.
Dess stodar voro af silfver, täckelsen af guld, sätet af purpur, bottnen deruti var lusteliga lagd för Jerusalems döttrars skull.
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!
Går ut, I Zions döttrar, och skåder Konung Salomo, i den krono, der hans moder honom med krönt hafver, på hans bröllopsdag, och på hans hjertas fröjds dag.
