Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Kako su krasni koraci tvoji u sandalama, kćeri kneževska! Pregibi su bokova tvojih kao grivne stvorene rukom umjetnika.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Pupak ti je kao okrugla čaša koja nikad nije bez pića. Trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Dvije su dojke tvoje dva laneta, blizanca košutina.
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
Vrat je tvoj kao kula bjelokosna. Oči su tvoje kao ribnjaci u Hešbonu kod vrata batrabimskih. Nos ti je kao kula libanska što gleda prema Damasku.
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Glava je tvoja kao brdo Karmel, a kosa na glavi kao purpur i kralj se zapleo u njene pletenice.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o najdraža, među milinama!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Stas je tvoj kao palma, grudi su tvoje grozdovi.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
Rekoh: popet ću se na palmu da dohvatim vrške njezine, a grudi će tvoje biti kao grozdovi na lozi, miris daha tvoga kao jabuke.
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
Usta su tvoja kao najbolje vino. Koje odlazi ravno dragome mome kao što teče na usnama usnulih.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
Ja pripadam dragome svome i on je željan mene.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Dođi, dragi moj, ići ćemo u polja, noćivat ćemo u selima.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
Jutrom ćemo ići u vinograde da vidimo pupa li loza, zameće li se grožđe, jesu li procvali mogranji. Tamo ću ti dati ljubav svoju.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
Mandragore šire miris, u našim kućama ima svakog voća, novoga i starog, za te sam ga čuvala, o najdraži moj!
