Song of Solomon 4
1 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Kako si lijepa, prijateljice moja, kako si lijepa! Imaš oči kao golubica (kad gledaš) ispod koprene. Kosa ti je kao stado koza što izađoše na brdo Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca ostriženih kad s kupanja dolaze: idu dvije i dvije kao blizanke i nijedna nije osamljena.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Usne su tvoje kao trake od grimiza i riječi su tvoje dražesne, kao kriške mogranja tvoji su obrazi pod koprenom tvojom.
4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova, za obranu sagrađena: tisuću štitova visi na njoj, sve oklopi junački.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Tvoje su dvije dojke kao dva laneta, blizanca košutina, što pasu među ljiljanima.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, poći ću na brdo smirne, na brežuljak tamjana.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Sva si lijepa, prijateljice moja, i nema mane na tebi.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Pođi sa mnom s Libana, nevjesto, pođi sa mnom s Libana. Siđi s vrha Amane, s vrha Senira i Hermona, iz lavljih spilja, s planina leopardskih.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Srce si mi ranila, sestro moja, nevjesto, srce si mi ranila jednim pogledom svojim, jednim samim biserom kolajne svoje.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
Kako je slatka ljubav tvoja, sestro moja, nevjesto! Slađa je ljubav tvoja od vina, a miris ulja tvojih ugodniji od svih mirisa.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
S usana tvojih, nevjesto, saće kapa, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, a miris je haljina tvojih kao miris libanski.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja, nevjesto, vrt zatvoren i zdenac zapečaćen.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Mladice su tvoje vrt mogranja pun biranih plodova:
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
nard i šafran, mirisna trska i cimet, sa svim stabljikama tamjanovim, smirna i aloj s najboljim mirisima.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Zdenac je u mom vrtu, izvor žive vode koja teče s Libana.
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Ustani, sjevernjače, duni, južni vjetre, duni nad vrtom mojim, neka poteku njegovi mirisi. Neka dragi moj dođe u vrt svoj, neka jede najbolje plodove u njemu.
