Song of Solomon 5
1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
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, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
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 garment, 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 beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
Ustadoh da otvorim dragome svome, a iz ruke mi prokapa smirna i poteče niz prste na ručku zavora.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
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 keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ako nađete dragoga moga, što ćete mu reći? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured 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 beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
Glava je njegova kao zlato, zlato čisto, uvojci kao palmove mladice, crne poput gavrana.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
Oči su njegove kao golubi nad vodom potočnom; zubi mu kao mlijekom umiveni, u okvir poredani.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as 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 turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
Noge su mu stupovi od mramora na zlatnom podnožju. Stas mu je kao Liban, vitak poput cedra.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Govor mu je sladak i sav je od ljupkosti. Takav je dragi moj, takav je prijatelj moj, o kćeri jeruzalemske.
