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1 Jag sökte om nattena i mine säng den min själ kär hade; jag sökte, men jag fann honom intet.
By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
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 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 didn’t find him.
3 Mig funno väktarena, som kringom i staden gå: Hafven I icke sett den min själ kär hafver?
The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
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.
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 room of her who 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.
6 Ho är denna, som uppgår utur öknene, såsom en rök af myrrham, rökelse och allahanda apothekares pulver?
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7 Si, omkring Salomos säng stå sextio starke, utaf de starka i Israel;
Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men 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 handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
9 Konung Salomo lät göra sig ett sängerum af Libanons trä;
King Solomon made himself a carriage 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.
He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from 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 out, 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.
