Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
Naktī savā gultā es meklēju to, ko mana dvēsele mīl; es meklēju, bet viņu neatradu.
2 I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
Es celšos jel un iešu pilsētā apkārt pa gatvēm un ielām; es meklēšu to, ko mana dvēsele mīl. Es meklēju, bet viņu neatradu.
3 The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
Sargi mani atrada, kas pilsētā iet apkārt: vai jūs neesat redzējuši to, ko mana dvēsele mīl?
4 I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
Kad es maķenīt tiem biju pagājusi garām, tad es atradu to, ko mana dvēsele mīl; es viņu turu un to neatlaidīšu, kamēr es viņu vedīšu savas mātes namā, savas dzemdētājas kambarī.
5 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
Es jūs mīļi lūdzu, jūs Jeruzālemes meitas, pie tām stirnām un kalnu kazām, neuztraucat un nemodinājat mīlestību, kamēr tai pašai patīk.
6 Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
Kas ir šī, kas no tuksneša nāk kā dūmu stabs, apkvēpināta ar mirrēm un vīraku, ar visādām veikalnieku zālēm?
7 See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
Redzi, ap Salamana krēslu apkārt ir sešdesmit varoņi no Israēla varoņiem.
8 All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
Tie visi tur zobenus, mācīti karot; ikkatram savs zobens pie gurniem pret nakts bailēm.
9 King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
Ķēniņš Salamans sev licis taisīt nesamu krēslu no Lībanus kokiem.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
Viņa stabus viņš taisīja no sudraba, to lēni no zelta, to sēdekli no purpura, viņa iekšpuse bija izpušķota no Jeruzālemes meitu mīlestības.
11 Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
Ejat ārā un uzlūkojiet, Ciānas meitas, ķēniņu Salamanu ar to kroni, ar ko viņa māte to kronēja viņa kāzu dienā un viņa sirds līksmības dienā.
