Song of Solomon 3

1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

På mit Leje om Natten søgte Ham, som min Sjæl har kær, jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.

2 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.

"Så står jeg op og går om i Byen, om På dens Gader og Torve og søger ham, som min Sjæl har kær. "Jeg søgte, men fandt ham ikke.

3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

Vægterne, som færdes i Byen, traf mig: "Så I mon ham, som min Sjæl har kær?"

4 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.

Knap var jeg kommet forbi dem, så fandt jeg ham, som min Sjæl har kær; jeg greb ham og slap ham ikke, før jeg fik ham ind i min Moders Hus, i hendes Kammer, som fødte mig.

5 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.

Jeg besværger eder, Jerusalems Døtre, ved Gazeller og Markens Hjorte: Gør ikke Kærligheden Uro, væk den ikke, før den ønsker det selv!

6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

Hvad er det, som kommer fra Ørkenen i Støtter af Røg, omduftet af Myrra og Røgelse, alskens Vellugt?

7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

Se, det er Salomos Bærestol, omgivet af tresindstyve Helte, Israels Helte,

8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

alle med Sværd i Hånd, oplærte til Krig, hver med sit Sværd ved Lænd mod Nattens Rædsler.

9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

Kong Salomo laved sig en Bærekarm af Træ fra Libanon,

10 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.

gjorde dens Støtter af Sølv, dens Arme af Guld; i Midten er Ibenholt indlagt, Sædet er Purpur.

11 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.

Jerusalems Døtre, gå ud og se på Kong Salomo, på Kronen, hans Moder kroned ham med på hans Brudefærds Dag, hans Hjertens Glædes Dag!