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!
Prišel sem v svoj vrt, moja sestra, moja nevesta. Nabral sem svojo miro s svojo dišavo, pojedel sem svoje satovje s svojim medom, popil sem svoje vino s svojim mlekom. Jejta, oh prijatelja, pijta, da, obilno pijta, oh ljubljena.
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.”
Spim, toda moje srce bedi. To je glas mojega ljubljenega, ki trka, rekoč: »Odpri mi, moja sestra, moja ljubezen, moja golobica, moja neomadeževana, kajti moja glava je napolnjena z roso in moji prameni z nočnimi kapljami.«
3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
Slekla sem svoj plašč, kako naj ga oblečem? Umila sem svoja stopala, kako naj jih omadežujem?
4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
Moj ljubljeni je svojo roko položil pri lini od vrat in moja notranjost je bila spodbujena zanj.
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.
Vstala sem, da odprem svojemu ljubljenemu in moje roke so kapljale z miro in moji prsti s sladko dišečo miro na ročaje zapaha.
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.
Odprla sem svojemu ljubljenemu, toda moj ljubljeni se je umaknil in izginil. Moji duši ni zadostovalo, ko je govoril. Iskala sem ga, toda nisem ga mogla najti; klicala sem ga, toda ni mi dal odgovora.
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.
Stražarji, ki so šli okoli mesta, so me našli, udarili so me, ranili so me. Čuvaji obzidja so mi odvzeli moje zagrinjalo.
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, če najdete mojega ljubljenega, da mu poveste, da sem bolna od ljubezni.
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?
Kaj je tvoj ljubljeni več kakor drug ljubljeni, oh najlepša med ženami? Kaj je tvoj ljubljeni več kakor drug ljubljeni, da nas ti tako bremeniš?
10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Moj ljubljeni je bel in rdečkast, vodilen med deset tisoči.
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Njegova glava je kakor najbolj čisto zlato, njegovi prameni so košati in črni kakor krokar.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
Njegove oči so kakor oči golobice pri rekah vodá, umite z mlekom in primerno postavljene.
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
Njegova lica so kakor postelja iz dišav, kakor dišeče cvetlice. Njegove ustnice [so] podobne lilijam, ki kapljajo sladko dišečo miro.
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
Njegove roke so kakor niz zlatih prstanov napolnjene z berilom. Njegov trebuh je kakor svetla slonovina, prevlečena s safirji.
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Njegove noge so kakor marmorni stebri, postavljeni na podstavke iz čistega zlata. Njegovo obličje je kakor Libanon, odlično kakor cedre.
16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Njegova usta so najbolj sladka. Da, on je povsem očarljiv. To je moj ljubljeni in to je moj prijatelj. Oh hčere jeruzalemske.
