Pjesma nad Pjesmama 3
1 Po ležaju svome, u noćima, tražila sam onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražila sam ga, ali ga nisam našla.
By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
2 Ustat ću dakle i optrčati grad, po ulicama i trgovima tražit ću onoga koga ljubi duša moja: tražila sam ga, ali ga nisam našla.
I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
3 Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze: “Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?”
The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
4 Tek što pođoh od njih, nađoh onoga koga ljubi duša moja. Uhvatila sam ga i neću ga pustiti, dok ga ne uvedem u kuću majke svoje, u ložnicu roditeljke svoje.
I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
5 Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6 Što se to diže iz pustinje kao stup dima iz kada smirne i tamjana i svih prašaka mirodijskih?
Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
7 Gle, to je nosiljka Salomonova, oko nje šezdeset kršnih momaka između najkršnijih u Izraelu.
See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
8 Svi su vični mačevima, za rat su izvježbani, svakome je sablja o boku zbog opasnosti noćnih.
All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
9 Sebi je prijestolje načinio kralj Salomon od drveta libanskoga.
King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Stupove je napravio od srebra, naslon od zlata, sjedište od grimiza, unutra je sve ukrašeno ljubavlju kćeri jeruzalemskih.
He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
11 Izađite, kćeri sionske, i vidite kralja Salomona pod dijademom kojim ga mati ovjenčala na dan svadbe njegove, na dan radosti njegova srca.
Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
