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1 Jag sökte om nattena i mine säng den min själ kär hade; jag sökte, men jag fann honom intet.
On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2 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.
I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 Mig funno väktarena, som kringom i staden gå: Hafven I icke sett den min själ kär hafver?
The watchmen that go about the city found me: — Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?
4 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.
— Scarcely had I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 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.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
6 Ho är denna, som uppgår utur öknene, såsom en rök af myrrham, rökelse och allahanda apothekares pulver?
Who is this, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...
7 Si, omkring Salomos säng stå sextio starke, utaf de starka i Israel;
Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
8 Alle hålla de svärd, och äro behändige till strids; hvardera hafver sitt svärd vid sina sido, för fruktans skull, om nattena.
They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
9 Konung Salomo lät göra sig ett sängerum af Libanons trä;
King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Dess stodar voro af silfver, täckelsen af guld, sätet af purpur, bottnen deruti var lusteliga lagd för Jerusalems döttrars skull.
Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 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.
Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
