Pjesma nad Pjesmama 7
1 Kako su krasni koraci tvoji u sandalama, kćeri kneževska! Pregibi su bokova tvojih kao grivne stvorene rukom umjetnika.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Pupak ti je kao okrugla čaša koja nikad nije bez pića. Trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima.
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Dvije su dojke tvoje dva laneta, blizanca košutina.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
4 Vrat je tvoj kao kula bjelokosna. Oči su tvoje kao ribnjaci u Hešbonu kod vrata batrabimskih. Nos ti je kao kula libanska što gleda prema Damasku.
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks towards Damascus.
5 Glava je tvoja kao brdo Karmel, a kosa na glavi kao purpur i kralj se zapleo u njene pletenice.
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o najdraža, među milinama!
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7 Stas je tvoj kao palma, grudi su tvoje grozdovi.
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
8 Rekoh: popet ću se na palmu da dohvatim vrške njezine, a grudi će tvoje biti kao grozdovi na lozi, miris daha tvoga kao jabuke.
I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
9 Usta su tvoja kao najbolje vino. Koje odlazi ravno dragome mome kao što teče na usnama usnulih.
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10 Ja pripadam dragome svome i on je željan mene.
I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.
11 Dođi, dragi moj, ići ćemo u polja, noćivat ćemo u selima.
Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
12 Jutrom ćemo ići u vinograde da vidimo pupa li loza, zameće li se grožđe, jesu li procvali mogranji. Tamo ću ti dati ljubav svoju.
Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Mandragore šire miris, u našim kućama ima svakog voća, novoga i starog, za te sam ga čuvala, o najdraži moj!
The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
