Song of Solomon 3
1 At night on my bed I was longing for him whom my soul loves; I looked for him, but I could not find him.
«Eg leita på kvila um natt etter honom som leikar i min hug. Eg leita, men honom ikkje fann.
2 I said to myself, “I will get up and go through the city, through the streets and squares; I will search for him whom my soul loves.” I searched for him, but I did not find him.
Eg vil upp og sviva gjenom by, fara i gator, yver torg, og søkja han som leikar i min hug. Eg leita, men honom ikkje fann.
3 The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. I asked them, “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Eg vaktar møtte, som i byen sveiv. «Hev de set han som leikar i min hug?»
4 It was only a little while after I had passed them that 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 bedroom of the one who had conceived me.
Snaudt hadd’ eg kome framum deim, då eg fann han som leikar i min hug. Eg heldt han og eg slepte han’kje laus, fyrr eg fekk han i huset hennar mor, inn i kleven hennar som meg åtte.
5 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse love until she pleases.
Eg hjarteleg bed dykk, Jerusalems døtter, ved gasellor og hindar i skog, at ikkje de vekkje eller eggje kjærleik, fyrr sjølv han so vil.»
6 What is that coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders sold by merchants?
«Kven er ho, som frå heidi stig upp, lik kvervlande røyk, umfløymd av angande myrra, av røykje og dåm-urter alle?
7 Look, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty warriors surround it, sixty soldiers of Israel.
Sjå Salomos båra det er med seksti kjempor ikring, dei av Israels herkjempor er.
8 All of them are skilled with a sword and are experienced in warfare. Every man has his sword at his side, armed against the terrors of the night.
Dei alle er væpna med sverd og er røynde i strid. Kvar ein ber sverdet ved lend imot rædslor um natt.
9 King Solomon made himself a sedan chair of the wood from Lebanon.
Kong Salomo berestol fekk seg av Libanons tre.
10 Its posts were made of silver; the back was made of gold, and the seat of purple cloth. Its interior was decorated with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Han av sylv heve stolparne gjort og karmen av gull, der er purpurlagd sess. Inni prydd - ei kjærleiksgåva frå Jerusalems døtter.
11 Go out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon, bearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, on the day of the joy of his heart.
Gakk ut og sjå, de Sions døtter, på kong Salomo, med kruna han fekk av si mor på sin brudlaupsdag, på sin hjarte-fagnads dag.»
