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Chapter 3

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them, but 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.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, O ye 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.

GLAVA 3

Na postelji svojoj noću tražih onog koga ljubi duša moja, tražih ga, ali ga ne nađoh.
Sada ću ustati, pa idem po gradu, po trgovima i po ulicama tražiću onog koga ljubi duša moja. Tražih ga, ali ga ne nađoh.
Nađoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu.
Videste li onog koga ljubi duša moja.
Malo ih zaminuh, i nađoh onog koga ljubi
duša moja; i uhvatih ga, i neću ga pustiti dokle ga ne odvedem u kuću matere svoje i u ložnicu roditeljke svoje.
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jerusalimske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dok joj ne bude volja.
Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje kao stupovi od dima, potkađena smirnom i tamjanom i svakojakim praškom apotekarskim.
Gle, odar Solomunov, a oko njega šezdeset junaka između junaka Izrailjevih:
Svi imaju mačeve, vešti su boju, u svakog je mač o bedru radi straha noćnog.
Odar je načinio sebi car Solomun od drveta livanskog;
Stupce mu je načinio od srebra, uzglavlje od zlata, nebo od skerleta, a iznutra nastrt ljubavlju za kćeri jerusalimske.
Iziđite, kćeri sionske, i gledajte cara Solomuna pod vencem kojim ga mati njegova okiti na dan svadbe njegove i na dan veselja srca njegovog.