Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Glej lepotica si, moja ljubezen, glej, lepotica si. Znotraj svojih pramenov imaš oči golobice. Tvoji lasje so kakor trop koz, ki se pojavljajo z gore Gileád.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Tvoji zobje so podobni tropu ovc, ki so gladko ostrižene, ki so prišle gor iz kopanja, od katerih vsaka rodi dvojčke in med njimi ni nobene jalove.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
Tvoje ustnice so podobne škrlatnemu sukancu in tvoj govor je ljubek. Tvoja sènca so podobna koščku granatnega jabolka znotraj tvojih pramenov.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, where on there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Tvoj vrat je podoben Davidovemu stolpu, zgrajenemu za orožarno, na katerem visi tisoč majhnih ščitov, vsi ščiti mogočnih ljudi.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici, ki se paseta med lilijami.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Dokler se ne zdani in sence ne odletijo, se bom spravila do gore mire in k hribu kadila.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
Popolnoma si lepotica, moja ljubezen, madeža ni na tebi.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Pridi z menoj iz Libanona, moja nevesta, z menoj iz Libanona. Poglej iz vrha Amáne, iz vrha Senírja in Hermona, iz levjih brlogov, z gora leopardov.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Očarala si moje srce, moja sestra, moja nevesta; z enim izmed svojih očes si očarala moje srce, z eno verižico svojega vratu.
10 How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
Kako poštena je tvoja ljubezen, moja sestra, moja nevesta! Kako mnogo boljša je tvoja ljubezen kakor vino! In vonj tvojih mazil kakor vse dišave.
11 Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Tvoje ustnice, oh moja nevesta, kapljajo kakor satovje. Med in mleko sta pod tvojim jezikom in vonj tvojih oblek je podoben vonju Libanona.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Obdan vrt je moja sestra, moja nevesta, zaprt izvir, zapečaten studenec.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Tvoje rastline so sadovnjak granatnih jabolk s prijetnimi sadovi; kana z nardo;
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
narda in žafran; kolmež in cimet, z vsemi kadilnimi drevesi; mira in aloja z vsemi vodilnimi dišavami;
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
vrtni studenec, vodnjak živih vodá in vodotoki iz Libanona.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow on my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Zbudi se, oh severni veter in pridi jug. Pihaj na moj vrt, da bodo njegove dišave lahko iztekale. Naj moj ljubljeni pride v svoj vrt in jé svoje prijetno sadje.
