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.

Paa mit Leje om Natten søgte jeg den, som min Sjæl elsker; jeg søgte efter ham, men fandt ham ikke.

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.

Jeg vil dog staa op og gaa omkring i Staden, paa Stræderne og paa Gaderne, jeg vil søge efter den, som min Sjæl elsker; jeg søgte efter ham og fandt ham ikke.

3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

Vægterne, som gaa omkring i Staden, fandt mig; til dem sagde jeg: Have I set den, som min Sjæl elsker?

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.

Næppe var jeg kommen forbi dem, førend jeg fandt den, som min Sjæl elsker; jeg greb ham og vil ikke lade ham fare, førend jeg faar bragt ham til min Moders Hus og til hendes Kammer, som undfangede mig.

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.

Jeg besværger eder, I Jerusalems Døtre! ved Raaerne eller Hinderne paa Marken, at I ikke vække eller forstyrre den kære, førend hun har Lyst dertil.

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?

Hvo er hun, der kommer op fra Ørken, som Støtter af Røg, omduftet af Myrra og Virak, af alle Haande vellugtende Sager?

7 Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

Se Salomos Seng! der staar tresindstyve vældige trindt omkring den, af de vældige i Israel.

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.

Alle forstaa de at bruge Sværd, de ere oplærte til Krig; hver har sit Sværd ved sin Side imod Nattens Rædsel.

9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

Kong Salomo lod sig gøre en Bærestol af Træ fra Libanon.

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.

Dens Stolper gjorde han af Sølv og Ryggen dertil af Guld, dens Sæde af Purpur; dens Indre var belagt med Kærlighed af Jerusalems Døtre.

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.

I Zions Døtre! gaar ud og ser paa Kong Salomo med den Krone, som hans Moder kronede ham med paa hans Bryllupsdag og paa hans Hjertes Glædes Dag.