Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but 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 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but 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 who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
Stražarji, ki hodijo po mestu, so me našli, ki sem jim rekla: »Ali ste videli njega, ki ga ljubi moja duša?«
4 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her who 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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 who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
Kdo je ta, ki prihaja iz divjine, podobna stebrom dima, odišavljena z miro in kadilom, z vsemi trgovčevimi praški?
7 Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Poglej njegovo posteljo, ki je Salomonova. Šestdeset hrabrih mož je okoli nje, izmed Izraelovih hrabrih.
8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
Vsi držijo meče, izkušeni so v vojni; vsak človek ima svoj meč na svojem stegnu zaradi strahu ponoči.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Kralj Salomon si je naredil bojni voz iz libanonskega lesa.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from 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, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness 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.
