Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Glej lepotica si, moja ljubezen, glej, lepotica si. Znotraj svojih pramenov imaš oči golobice. Tvoji lasje so kakor trop koz, ki se pojavljajo z gore Gileád.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.
Tvoji zobje so podobni tropu ovc, ki so gladko ostrižene, ki so prišle gor iz kopanja, od katerih vsaka rodi dvojčke in med njimi ni nobene jalove.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
Tvoje ustnice so podobne škrlatnemu sukancu in tvoj govor je ljubek. Tvoja sènca so podobna koščku granatnega jabolka znotraj tvojih pramenov.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.
Tvoj vrat je podoben Davidovemu stolpu, zgrajenemu za orožarno, na katerem visi tisoč majhnih ščitov, vsi ščiti mogočnih ljudi.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici, ki se paseta med lilijami.
6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Dokler se ne zdani in sence ne odletijo, se bom spravila do gore mire in k hribu kadila.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
Popolnoma si lepotica, moja ljubezen, madeža ni 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.
Pridi z menoj iz Libanona, moja nevesta, z menoj iz Libanona. Poglej iz vrha Amáne, iz vrha Senírja in Hermona, iz levjih brlogov, z gora leopardov.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Očarala si moje srce, moja sestra, moja nevesta; z enim izmed svojih očes si očarala moje srce, z eno verižico svojega vratu.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
Kako poštena je tvoja ljubezen, moja sestra, moja nevesta! Kako mnogo boljša je tvoja ljubezen kakor vino! In vonj tvojih mazil kakor vse dišave.
11 Thy lips, [O my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Tvoje ustnice, oh moja nevesta, kapljajo kakor satovje. Med in mleko sta pod tvojim jezikom in vonj tvojih oblek je podoben vonju Libanona.
12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Obdan vrt je moja sestra, moja nevesta, zaprt izvir, zapečaten studenec.
13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
Tvoje rastline so sadovnjak granatnih jabolk s prijetnimi sadovi; kana z nardo;
14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
narda in žafran; kolmež in cimet, z vsemi kadilnimi drevesi; mira in aloja z vsemi vodilnimi dišavami;
15 [Thou art] a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
vrtni studenec, vodnjak živih vodá in vodotoki iz Libanona.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Zbudi se, oh severni veter in pridi jug. Pihaj na moj vrt, da bodo njegove dišave lahko iztekale. Naj moj ljubljeni pride v svoj vrt in jé svoje prijetno sadje.
