Song of Solomon 3

1 On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Naktī savā gultā es meklēju to, ko mana dvēsele mīl; es meklēju, bet viņu neatradu.

2 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.

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 that go about the city found me: — Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?

Sargi mani atrada, kas pilsētā iet apkārt: vai jūs neesat redzējuši to, ko mana dvēsele mīl?

4 — 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.

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 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.

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, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...

Kas ir šī, kas no tuksneša nāk kā dūmu stabs, apkvēpināta ar mirrēm un vīraku, ar visādām veikalnieku zālēm?

7 Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.

Redzi, ap Salamana krēslu apkārt ir sešdesmit varoņi no Israēla varoņiem.

8 They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.

Tie visi tur zobenus, mācīti karot; ikkatram savs zobens pie gurniem pret nakts bailēm.

9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.

Ķēniņš Salamans sev licis taisīt nesamu krēslu no Lībanus kokiem.

10 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.

Viņa stabus viņš taisīja no sudraba, to lēni no zelta, to sēdekli no purpura, viņa iekšpuse bija izpušķota no Jeruzālemes meitu mīlestības.

11 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.

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.