Awit ni Solomon 3

1Sa kinagabihan sa aking higaan, ay hinahanap ko siya na sinisinta ng aking kaluluwa: aking hinanap siya, nguni't hindi ko siya nasumpungan. 2Aking sinabi, ako'y babangon at liligid sa bayan, sa mga lansangan at sa mga maluwang na daan, aking hahanapin siya na sinisinta ng aking kaluluwa: aking hinanap siya, nguni't hindi ko siya nasumpungan. 3Ang mga bantay na nagsisilibot sa bayan ay nasumpungan ako: na siya kong pinagsabihan, nakita baga ninyo siya na sinisinta ng aking kaluluwa? 4Kaunti lamang ang inilagpas ko sa kanila. Nang masumpungan ko siya na sinisinta ng aking kaluluwa: pinigilan ko siya, at hindi ko binayaang umalis, hanggang sa siya'y aking nadala sa bahay ng aking ina, at sa silid niya na naglihi sa akin. 5Pinagbibilinan ko kayo, Oh mga anak na babae ng Jerusalem, alangalang sa mga usang lalake at babae sa parang, na huwag ninyong pukawin o gisingin man ang aking sinta, hanggang sa ibigin niya. 6Sino itong umaahong mula sa ilang na gaya ng mga haliging usok, na napapabanguhan ng mira at ng kamangyan, ng lahat na blanquete ng mangangalakal? 7Narito, ito ang arag-arag ni Salomon; anim na pung makapangyarihang lalake ay nangasa palibot nito, sa mga makapangyarihang lalake ng Israel. 8Silang lahat ay nagsisihawak ng tabak, at bihasa sa pakikidigma: bawa't isa'y may tabak sa kaniyang pigi, dahil sa takot kung gabi. 9Ang haring Salomon ay gumawa para sa kaniya ng palankin na kahoy sa Libano, 10Ginawa niya ang mga haligi niyaon na pilak, ang pinakailalim niyaon ay ginto, at ang upuan ay kulay ube, ang gitna niyaon ay nalalatagan ng pagsinta, na mula sa mga anak na babae ng Jerusalem. 11Magsilabas kayo, Oh kayong mga anak na babae ng Sion, at inyong masdan ang haring Salomon, na may putong na ipinutong sa kaniya ng kaniyang ina, sa kaarawan ng kaniyang pagaasawa, at sa kaarawan ng kasayahan ng kaniyang puso.

1By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him. 2I 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. 3The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?” 4I 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. 5I 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. 6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant? 7Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel. 8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night. 9King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon. 10He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem. 11Go 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.

1Ik zocht des nachts op mijn leger Hem, Dien mijn ziel liefheeft; ik zocht Hem, maar ik vond Hem niet; ik zeide: 2Ik zal nu opstaan, en in de stad omgaan, in de wijken en in de straten; ik zal Hem zoeken, Dien mijn ziel liefheeft; ik zocht Hem, maar ik vond Hem niet. 3De wachters, die in de stad omgingen, vonden mij: ik zeide: Hebt gij Dien gezien, Dien mijn ziel liefheeft? 4Toen ik een weinigje van hen weggegaan was, vond ik Hem, Dien mijn ziel liefheeft; ik hield Hem vast, en liet Hem niet gaan, totdat ik Hem in mijner moeders huis gebracht had, en in de binnenste kamer van degene, die mij gebaard heeft. 5Ik bezweer u, gij dochteren van Jeruzalem! die bij de reeen of bij de hinden des velds zijt, dat gij de liefde niet opwekt, noch wakker maakt, totdat het haar luste! 6Wie is zij, die daar opkomt uit de woestijn, als rookpilaren, berookt met mirre en wierook, en met allerlei poeder des kruideniers? 7Ziet, het bed, dat Salomo heeft, daar zijn zestig helden rondom van de helden van Israel; 8Die altemaal zwaarden houden, geleerd ten oorlog, elk hebbende zijn zwaard aan zijn heup, vanwege den schrik des nachts. 9De koning Salomo heeft zich een koets gemaakt van het hout van Libanon. 10De pilaren derzelve maakte hij van zilver, haar vloer van goud, haar gehemelte van purper; het binnenste was bespreid met de liefde van de dochteren van Jeruzalem. 11Gaat uit, en aanschouwt, gij, dochteren van Sion! den koning Salomo, met de kroon, waarmede Hem Zijn moeder kroonde op den dag Zijner bruiloft, en op den dag der vreugde Zijns harten.