Song of Solomon 8
1 O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
O da bi mi brat bio, da bi sao sise matere moje! našavši te na polju poljubila bih te, i ne bih bila prijekorna.
2 I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
Povela bih te i dovela bih te u kuæu matere svoje; ti bi me uèio, a ja bih te pojila vinom mirisavijem, sokom od šipaka.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Lijeva je ruka njegova meni pod glavom a desnom me grli.
4 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dokle joj ne bude volja.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje naslanjajuæi se na dragoga svoga? Pod jabukom probudih te, gdje te rodi mati tvoja, gdje te rodi roditeljka tvoja.
6 Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all. (Sheol h7585)
Metni me kao peèat na srce svoje, kao peèat na mišicu svoju. Jer je ljubav jaka kao smrt, i ljubavna sumnja tvrda kao grob; žar je njezin kao žar ognjen, plamen Božji. (Sheol h7585)
7 Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.
Mnoga voda ne može ugasiti ljubavi, niti je rijeke potopiti. Da ko daje sve imanje doma svojega za tu ljubav, osramotio bi se.
8 We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
Imamo sestru malenu, koja još nema dojaka. Šta æemo èiniti sa sestrom svojom kad bude rijeè o njoj?
9 If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
Ako je zid, sagradiæemo na njemu dvor od srebra; ako li vrata, utvrdiæemo ih daskama kedrovijem.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
Ja sam zid i dojke su moje kao kule. Tada postah u oèima njegovijem kao ona koja naðe mir.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.
Vinograd imaše Solomun u Valamonu; dade vinograd èuvarima da svaki donosi za rod njegov po tisuæu srebrnika.
12 But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
Moj vinograd koji ja imam, preda mnom je. Neka tebi, Solomune, tisuæa, i dvije stotine onima koji èuvaju rod njegov.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
Koja nastavaš u vrtovima! drugovi slušaju glas tvoj, daj mi da ga èujem.
14 Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Brže, dragi moj! i budi kao srna ili kao jelenèe na gorama mirisnijem.
