Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
Na postelji svojoj noæu tražih onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
2 I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see 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 The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu. Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?
4 I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
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 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
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 out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje kao stupovi od dima, potkaðena smirnom i tamjanom i svakojakim praškom apotekarskim?
7 See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
Gle, odar Solomunov, a oko njega šezdeset junaka izmeðu junaka Izrailjevijeh.
8 All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
Svi imaju maèeve, vješti su boju, u svakoga je maè o bedru radi straha noænoga.
9 King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
Odar je naèinio sebi car Solomun od drveta Livanskoga;
10 He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
Stupce mu je naèinio od srebra, uzglavlje od zlata, nebo od skerleta, a iznutra nastrt ljubavlju za kæeri Jerusalimske.
11 Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
Izidite, kæeri Sionske, i gledajte cara Solomuna pod vijencem kojim ga mati njegova okiti na dan svadbe njegove i na dan veselja srca njegova.
