Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
Na postelji svojoj noæu tražih onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
2 I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.
Sada æu ustati, pa idem po gradu, po trgovima i po ulicama tražiæu onoga koga ljubi duša moja. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
3 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu. Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?
4 I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
Malo ih zaminuh, i naðoh onoga koga ljubi duša moja; i uhvatih ga, i neæu ga pustiti dokle ga ne odvedem u kuæu matere svoje i u ložnicu roditeljke svoje.
5 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dok joj ne bude volja.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?
Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje kao stupovi od dima, potkaðena smirnom i tamjanom i svakojakim praškom apotekarskim?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
Gle, odar Solomunov, a oko njega šezdeset junaka izmeðu junaka Izrailjevijeh.
8 All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
Svi imaju maèeve, vješti su boju, u svakoga je maè o bedru radi straha noænoga.
9 King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
Odar je naèinio sebi car Solomun od drveta Livanskoga;
10 He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Stupce mu je naèinio od srebra, uzglavlje od zlata, nebo od skerleta, a iznutra nastrt ljubavlju za kæeri Jerusalimske.
11 Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother bestowed on the day of his wedding— the day of his heart’s rejoicing.
Izidite, kæeri Sionske, i gledajte cara Solomuna pod vijencem kojim ga mati njegova okiti na dan svadbe njegove i na dan veselja srca njegova.
