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.
Doðoh u vrt svoj, sestro moja nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i mirise svoje, jedem sat svoj i med svoj, 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, a srce je moje budno; eto glasa dragoga mojega, koji kuca: otvori mi, sestro moja, draga moja, golubice moja, bezazlena moja; jer je glava moja puna rose i kosa moja noænijeh 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 haljinu svoju, kako æu je obuæi? oprala sam noge svoje, kako æu ih kaljati?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
Dragi moj promoli ruku svoju kroz rupu, a što je u meni ustrepta od njega.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
Ja ustah da otvorim dragome svojemu, a s ruku mojih prokapa smirna, i niz prste moje poteèe smirna na držak od brave.
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 dragomu svome, ali dragoga mojega ne bješe, otide. Bijah izvan sebe kad on progovori. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh; vikah ga, ali mi se ne odazva.
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.
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu, biše me, raniše me, uzeše prijevjes moj s mene stražari po zidovima.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ako naðete dragoga mojega, šta æete mu kazati? 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 dragih, o najljepša meðu ženama? što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, te nas tako zaklinješ?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
Dragi je moj bio i rumen, zastavnik izmeðu deset tisuæa;
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
Glava mu je najbolje zlato, kosa mu je kudrava, crna kao gavran;
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
Oèi su mu kao u goluba na potocima vodenijem, mlijekom umivene, i stoje u obilju;
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
Obrazi su mu kao lijehe mirisnoga bilja, kao cvijeæe mirisno; usne su mu kao ljiljan, s njih kaplje smirna žitka;
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
Na rukama su mu zlatni prsteni, na kojima su ukovani virili; trbuh mu je kao svijetla slonova kost obložena safirima.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
Gnjati su mu kao stupovi od mramora, uglavljeni na zlatnom podnožju; stas mu je Livan, krasan kao kedri.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Usta su mu slatka i sav je ljubak. Taki je moj dragi, taki je moj mili, kæeri Jerusalimske.
