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 I did not find 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 city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze: “Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?”
The watchmen who go about the city found me; "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.
I 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 chamber of her who conceived me.
5 Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
6 Što se to diže iz pustinje kao stup dima iz kada smirne i tamjana i svih prašaka mirodijskih?
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7 Gle, to je nosiljka Salomonova, oko nje šezdeset kršnih momaka između najkršnijih u Izraelu.
Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
8 Svi su vični mačevima, za rat su izvježbani, svakome je sablja o boku zbog opasnosti noćnih.
They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
9 Sebi je prijestolje načinio kralj Salomon od drveta libanskoga.
King Solomon made himself a carriage 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 bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from 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 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.
