Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
Lijepa ti si, draga moja, lijepa ti si, oèi su ti kao u golubice izmeðu vitica tvojih; kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na gori Galadu;
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca jednakih, kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
Usne su ti kao konac skerleta, a govor ti je ljubak; kao kriška šipka jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih;
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova sazidana za oružje, gdje vise tisuæama štitovi i svakojako oružje junaèko;
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Dvije su ti dojke kao dva laneta blizanca, koji pasu meðu ljiljanima.
6 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Dok dan zahladi i sjenke otidu, iæi æu ka gori smirnovoj i ka humu tamjanovu.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
Sva si lijepa draga moja, i nema nedostatka na tebi.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Hodi sa mnom s Livana, nevjesto, hodi sa mnom s Livana, da gledaš s vrha Amanskoga, s vrha Senirskoga i Ermonskoga, iz peæina lavovskih, s gora risovskih.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
Otela si mi srce, sestro moja nevjesto, otela si mi srce jednijem okom svojim i jednijem lanèiæem s grla svojega.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
Lijepa li je ljubav tvoja, sestro moja nevjesto, bolja je od vina ljubav tvoja, i miris ulja tvojih od svijeh mirisnijeh stvari.
11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
S usana tvojih kaplje sat, nevjesto, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, i miris je haljina tvojih kao miris Livanski.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja nevjesto, izvor zatvoren, studenac zapeèaæen.
13 Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
Bilje je tvoje voænjak od šipaka s voæem krasnijem, od kipra i narda.
14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Od narda i šafrana, od iðirota i cimeta sa svakojakim drvljem za kad, od smirne i aloja i sa svakim prekrasnim mirisima.
15 Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
Izvore vrtovima, studenèe vode žive i koja teèe s Livana!
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Ustani sjevere, i hodi juže, i duni po vrtu mom da kaplju mirisi njegovi; neka doðe dragi moj u vrt svoj, i jede krasno voæe svoje.
