Pjesma nad Pjesmama 3
1 Po ležaju svome, u noćima, tražila sam onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražila sam ga, ali ga nisam našla.
At night on my bed I was longing for him whom my soul loves; I looked for him, but I could 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 said to myself, “I will get up and go through the city, through the streets and squares; I will search for him whom my soul loves.” I searched for him, but I did not find him.
3 Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze: “Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?”
The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. I asked them, “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 only a little while after I had passed them that 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 bedroom of the one who had conceived me.
5 Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse love until she pleases.
6 Što se to diže iz pustinje kao stup dima iz kada smirne i tamjana i svih prašaka mirodijskih?
What is that coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders sold by merchants?
7 Gle, to je nosiljka Salomonova, oko nje šezdeset kršnih momaka između najkršnijih u Izraelu.
Look, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty warriors surround it, sixty soldiers of Israel.
8 Svi su vični mačevima, za rat su izvježbani, svakome je sablja o boku zbog opasnosti noćnih.
All of them are skilled with a sword and are experienced in warfare. Every man has his sword at his side, armed against the terrors of the night.
9 Sebi je prijestolje načinio kralj Salomon od drveta libanskoga.
King Solomon made himself a sedan chair of the wood from Lebanon.
10 Stupove je napravio od srebra, naslon od zlata, sjedište od grimiza, unutra je sve ukrašeno ljubavlju kćeri jeruzalemskih.
Its posts were made of silver; the back was made of gold, and the seat of purple cloth. Its interior was decorated with love by 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 out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon, bearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, on the day of the joy of his heart.
