Song of Solomon 2
1 I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
- Ja sam cvijet šaronski, ljiljan u dolu.
2 As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters.
- Što je ljiljan među trnjem, to je prijateljica moja među djevojkama.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit [was] sweet to my taste.
- Što je jabuka među šumskim stablima, to je dragi moj među mladićima; bila sam željna hlada njezina i sjedoh, plodovi njeni slatki su grlu mome.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
Uveo me u odaje vina i pokrio me zastavom ljubavi.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love.
Okrijepite me kolačima, osvježite jabukama, jer sam bolna od ljubavi.
6 His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
- Kćeri jeruzalemske, zaklinjem vas srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Glas dragoga moga! Evo ga, dolazi, prelijeće brda, preskakuje brežuljke.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
Dragi je moj kao srna, on je kao jelenče. Evo ga za našim zidom, gleda kroz prozore, zaviruje kroz rešetke.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Dragi moj podiže glas i govori mi: “Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja, i dođi,
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone;
jer evo, zima je već minula, kiša je prošla i nestala.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
Cvijeće se po zemlji ukazuje, vrijeme pjevanja dođe i glas se grličin čuje u našem kraju.
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Smokva je izbacila prve plodove, vinograd, u cvatu, miriše. Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja i dođi.
14 O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely.
Golubice moja, u spiljama kamenim, u skrovištima vrletnim, daj da ti vidim lice i da ti čujem glas, jer glas je tvoj ugodan i lice je tvoje krasno.”
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
Pohvatajte lisice, male lisice što oštećuju vinograde, naše vinograde u cvatu.
16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Dragi moj pripada meni, a ja njemu, on pase među ljiljanima.
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, vrati se, dragi moj: budi lagan kao srna, kao lane na gori Beteru.
