Песма над песмама 3
1 На постељи својој ноћу тражих оног кога љуби душа моја, тражих га, али га не нађох.
At night on my bed I was longing for him whom my soul loves; I looked for him, but I could not find him.
2 Сада ћу устати, па идем по граду, по трговима и по улицама тражићу оног кога љуби душа моја. Тражих га, али га не нађох.
I said to myself, “I will get up and go through the city, through the streets and squares; I will search for him whom my soul loves.” I searched for him, but I did not find him.
3 Нађоше ме стражари, који обилазе по граду. Видесте ли оног кога љуби душа моја?
The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. I asked them, “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
4 Мало их заминух, и нађох оног кога љуби душа моја; и ухватих га, и нећу га пустити докле га не одведем у кућу матере своје и у ложницу родитељке своје.
It was only a little while after I had passed them that 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 bedroom of the one who had conceived me.
5 Заклињем вас, кћери јерусалимске, срнама и кошутама пољским, не будите љубави моје, не будите је, док јој не буде воља.
I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse love until she pleases.
6 Ко је она што иде горе из пустиње као ступови од дима, поткађена смирном и тамјаном и свакојаким прашком апотекарским?
What is that coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders sold by merchants?
7 Гле, одар Соломунов, а око њега шездесет јунака између јунака Израиљевих:
Look, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty warriors surround it, sixty soldiers of Israel.
8 Сви имају мачеве, вешти су боју, у сваког је мач о бедру ради страха ноћног.
All of them are skilled with a sword and are experienced in warfare. Every man has his sword at his side, armed against the terrors of the night.
9 Одар је начинио себи цар Соломун од дрвета ливанског;
King Solomon made himself a sedan chair of the wood from Lebanon.
10 Ступце му је начинио од сребра, узглавље од злата, небо од скерлета, а изнутра настрт љубављу за кћери јерусалимске.
Its posts were made of silver; the back was made of gold, and the seat of purple cloth. Its interior was decorated with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Изиђите, кћери сионске, и гледајте цара Соломуна под венцем којим га мати његова окити на дан свадбе његове и на дан весеља срца његовог.
Go out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon, bearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, on the day of the joy of his heart.
