Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Kako krasna so tvoja stopala s čevlji, oh prinčeva hči! Sklepi tvojih stegen so podobni draguljem, delo rok spretnega delavca.
2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Tvoj popek je podoben okrogli čašici, ki noče žgane pijače. Tvoj trebuh je podoben kupu pšenice, obsutemu z lilijami.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle.
Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Tvoj vrat je kakor stolp iz slonovine, tvoje oči [so] podobne ribnikom v Hešbónu, pri Batrabímskih velikih vratih. Tvoj nos je kakor libanonski stolp, ki gleda proti Damasku.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
Tvoja glava na tebi je podobna Karmelu in lasje tvoje glave [so] podobni škrlatu; kralj je zadržan v galerijah.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.
Kako lepa in kako prijetna si ti, oh ljubezen, za naslade!
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
Ta tvoja postava je podobna palmovemu drevesu in tvoje prsi grozdom grozdja.
8 I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,
Rekel sem: »Šel bom gor k palmovemu drevesu, zgrabil bom njegove veje. Sedaj bodo tudi tvoje prsi kakor grozdi vinske trte in vonj tvojega nosu podoben jabolkom
9 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.
in nebo tvojih ust podobno najboljšemu vinu za mojega ljubljenega, ki gre medéno dol, povzročujoč ustnicam tistih, ki spijo, da spregovorijo.«
10 I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
Jaz sem svojega ljubljenega in njegovo hrepenenje je po meni.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
Pridi, moj ljubljeni, pojdiva na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.
12 Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Vstaniva zgodaj k vinogradom, poglejva, ali trta cveti, ali se pojavlja nežno grozdje in granatna jabolka brste. Tam ti bom dala svoje ljubezni.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Nadliščki dajejo vonj in pri naših velikih vratih so vse vrste prijetnih sadov, novi in stari, ki sem jih oskrbela zate, oh moj ljubljeni.
