Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—
Kamo je otišao dragi tvoj, o najljepša među ženama? Kuda je zamakao dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom?
2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Dragi je moj sišao u svoj vrt k lijehama mirisnog bilja da pase po vrtovima i da bere ljiljane.
3 I am my friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—
Ja pripadam dragome svome, dragi moj pripada meni, on pase među ljiljanima.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.
Lijepa si, prijateljice moja, kao Tirsa, krasna si kao Jeruzalem, strašna kao vojska pod zastavama.
5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.
Odvrati oči svoje od mene jer me zbunjuju. Kosa je tvoja kao stado koza koje silaze s Gileada.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca ostriženih kada s kupanja dolaze: idu dvije i dvije kao blizanke i nijedna nije osamljena.
7 Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
Kao kriške mogranja tvoji su obrazi pod koprenom tvojom.
8 Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;
Ima šezdeset kraljica, osamdeset inoča, a djevojaka ni broja se ne zna.
9 But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and praise her.
Ali je samo jedna golubica moja, savršena moja, jedina u majke, izabrana u roditeljke svoje. Vidjele su je djevojke i nazvale je blaženom, a kraljice i inoče hvale su joj izrekle.
10 Who is this that shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?
Tko je ova koja dolazi kao što zora sviće, lijepa kao mjesec, sjajna kao sunce, strašna kao vojska pod zastavama?
11 Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.
Siđoh kroz nasade oraha da vidim mladice u dolinama, da pogledam pupaju li vinogradi, cvatu li mogranji.
12 I knew not [how it was], my soul made me [like] the chariots of my noble people.
Ne znam kako, tek želja moja pope me na kola naroda mog kneževskog.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.
Vrati se, Sulamko, vrati se, vrati se da te gledamo! Što ćete vidjeti na Sulamki koja pleše u dva zbora?
