Song of Songs 5
1 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.
Došao sam u vrt svoj, o sestro moja, nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i balzam svoj, jedem med svoj i saće svoje, pijem vino svoje i mlijeko svoje. Jedite, prijatelji, pijte i opijte se, mili moji!
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Ja spavam, ali srce moje bdi. Odjednom glas! Dragi moj mi pokuca: “Otvori mi, sestro moja, prijateljice moja, golubice moja, savršena moja, glava mi je puna rose a kosa noćnih kapi.”
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
“Svukla sam odjeću svoju, kako da je odjenem? Noge sam oprala, kako da ih okaljam?”
4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ustadoh da otvorim dragome svome, a iz ruke mi prokapa smirna i poteče niz prste na ručku zavora.
6 I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
Otvorih dragome svome, ali on se već bijaše udaljio i nestao. Ostala sam bez daha kad je otišao. Tražila sam ga, ali ga nisam našla, zvala sam, ali nije se odazvao.
7 The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze, tukli su me, ranili i plašt mi uzeli čuvari zidina.
8 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ako nađete dragoga moga, što ćete mu reći? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 What is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?
Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih, o najljepša među ženama, što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih te nas toliko zaklinješ?
10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
Glava je njegova kao zlato, zlato čisto, uvojci kao palmove mladice, crne poput gavrana.
12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
Oči su njegove kao golubi nad vodom potočnom; zubi mu kao mlijekom umiveni, u okvir poredani.
13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
Obrazi su njegovi kao lijehe mirisnog bilja, kao cvijeće ugodno, usne su mu ljiljani iz kojih smirna teče.
14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
Noge su mu stupovi od mramora na zlatnom podnožju. Stas mu je kao Liban, vitak poput cedra.
16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Govor mu je sladak i sav je od ljupkosti. Takav je dragi moj, takav je prijatelj moj, o kćeri jeruzalemske.
