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 sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he listened not to me.
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 rise now, and go about in the city, in the marketplaces, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze: “Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?”
The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. [I said], Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
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.
[It was] as a little [while] after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you rouse not nor awake [my] love, until he please.
6 Što se to diže iz pustinje kao stup dima iz kada smirne i tamjana i svih prašaka mirodijskih?
Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?
7 Gle, to je nosiljka Salomonova, oko nje šezdeset kršnih momaka između najkršnijih u Izraelu.
Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
8 Svi su vični mačevima, za rat su izvježbani, svakome je sablja o boku zbog opasnosti noćnih.
They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man [has] his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.
9 Sebi je prijestolje načinio kralj Salomon od drveta libanskoga.
King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
10 Stupove je napravio od srebra, naslon od zlata, sjedište od grimiza, unutra je sve ukrašeno ljubavlju kćeri jeruzalemskih.
He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Izađite, kćeri sionske, i vidite kralja Salomona pod dijademom kojim ga mati ovjenčala na dan svadbe njegove, na dan radosti njegova srca.
Go forth, you daughters of Sion, 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.
