Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
Prišel sem v svoj vrt, moja sestra, moja nevesta. Nabral sem svojo miro s svojo dišavo, pojedel sem svoje satovje s svojim medom, popil sem svoje vino s svojim mlekom. Jejta, oh prijatelja, pijta, da, obilno pijta, oh ljubljena.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Spim, toda moje srce bedi. To je glas mojega ljubljenega, ki trka, rekoč: »Odpri mi, moja sestra, moja ljubezen, moja golobica, moja neomadeževana, kajti moja glava je napolnjena z roso in moji prameni z nočnimi kapljami.«
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
Slekla sem svoj plašč, kako naj ga oblečem? Umila sem svoja stopala, kako naj jih omadežujem?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Moj ljubljeni je svojo roko položil pri lini od vrat in moja notranjost je bila spodbujena zanj.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
Vstala sem, da odprem svojemu ljubljenemu in moje roke so kapljale z miro in moji prsti s sladko dišečo miro na ročaje zapaha.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Odprla sem svojemu ljubljenemu, toda moj ljubljeni se je umaknil in izginil. Moji duši ni zadostovalo, ko je govoril. Iskala sem ga, toda nisem ga mogla najti; klicala sem ga, toda ni mi dal odgovora.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
Stražarji, ki so šli okoli mesta, so me našli, udarili so me, ranili so me. Čuvaji obzidja so mi odvzeli moje zagrinjalo.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, če najdete mojega ljubljenega, da mu poveste, da sem bolna od ljubezni.
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
Kaj je tvoj ljubljeni več kakor drug ljubljeni, oh najlepša med ženami? Kaj je tvoj ljubljeni več kakor drug ljubljeni, da nas ti tako bremeniš?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Moj ljubljeni je bel in rdečkast, vodilen med deset tisoči.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Njegova glava je kakor najbolj čisto zlato, njegovi prameni so košati in črni kakor krokar.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Njegove oči so kakor oči golobice pri rekah vodá, umite z mlekom in primerno postavljene.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Njegova lica so kakor postelja iz dišav, kakor dišeče cvetlice. Njegove ustnice [so] podobne lilijam, ki kapljajo sladko dišečo miro.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
Njegove roke so kakor niz zlatih prstanov napolnjene z berilom. Njegov trebuh je kakor svetla slonovina, prevlečena s safirji.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
Njegove noge so kakor marmorni stebri, postavljeni na podstavke iz čistega zlata. Njegovo obličje je kakor Libanon, odlično kakor cedre.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Njegova usta so najbolj sladka. Da, on je povsem očarljiv. To je moj ljubljeni in to je moj prijatelj. Oh hčere jeruzalemske.
