Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
Doðoh u vrt svoj, sestro moja nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i mirise svoje, jedem sat svoj i med svoj, pijem vino svoje i mlijeko svoje; jedite, prijatelji, pijte, i opijte se, mili moji!
2 I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.”
Ja spavam, a srce je moje budno; eto glasa dragoga mojega, koji kuca: otvori mi, sestro moja, draga moja, golubice moja, bezazlena moja; jer je glava moja puna rose i kosa moja noænijeh kapi.
3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
Svukla sam haljinu svoju, kako æu je obuæi? oprala sam noge svoje, kako æu ih kaljati?
4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
Dragi moj promoli ruku svoju kroz rupu, a što je u meni ustrepta od njega.
5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
Ja ustah da otvorim dragome svojemu, a s ruku mojih prokapa smirna, i niz prste moje poteèe smirna na držak od brave.
6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
Otvorih dragomu svome, ali dragoga mojega ne bješe, otide. Bijah izvan sebe kad on progovori. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh; vikah ga, ali mi se ne odazva.
7 The watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu, biše me, raniše me, uzeše prijevjes moj s mene stražari po zidovima.
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ako naðete dragoga mojega, šta æete mu kazati? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, o najljepša meðu ženama? što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, te nas tako zaklinješ?
10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Dragi je moj bio i rumen, zastavnik izmeðu deset tisuæa;
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Glava mu je najbolje zlato, kosa mu je kudrava, crna kao gavran;
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
Oèi su mu kao u goluba na potocima vodenijem, mlijekom umivene, i stoje u obilju;
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
Obrazi su mu kao lijehe mirisnoga bilja, kao cvijeæe mirisno; usne su mu kao ljiljan, s njih kaplje smirna žitka;
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
Na rukama su mu zlatni prsteni, na kojima su ukovani virili; trbuh mu je kao svijetla slonova kost obložena safirima.
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Gnjati su mu kao stupovi od mramora, uglavljeni na zlatnom podnožju; stas mu je Livan, krasan kao kedri.
16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Usta su mu slatka i sav je ljubak. Taki je moj dragi, taki je moj mili, kæeri Jerusalimske.
