Song of Solomon 4
1 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
Lijepa ti si, draga moja, lijepa ti si, oèi su ti kao u golubice izmeðu vitica tvojih; kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na gori Galadu;
2 Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca jednakih, kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
3 Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
Usne su ti kao konac skerleta, a govor ti je ljubak; kao kriška šipka jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih;
4 Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova sazidana za oružje, gdje vise tisuæama štitovi i svakojako oružje junaèko;
5 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
Dvije su ti dojke kao dva laneta blizanca, koji pasu meðu ljiljanima.
6 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
Dok dan zahladi i sjenke otidu, iæi æu ka gori smirnovoj i ka humu tamjanovu.
7 Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
Sva si lijepa draga moja, i nema nedostatka na tebi.
8 With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
Hodi sa mnom s Livana, nevjesto, hodi sa mnom s Livana, da gledaš s vrha Amanskoga, s vrha Senirskoga i Ermonskoga, iz peæina lavovskih, s gora risovskih.
9 Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
Otela si mi srce, sestro moja nevjesto, otela si mi srce jednijem okom svojim i jednijem lanèiæem s grla svojega.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
Lijepa li je ljubav tvoja, sestro moja nevjesto, bolja je od vina ljubav tvoja, i miris ulja tvojih od svijeh mirisnijeh stvari.
11 With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
S usana tvojih kaplje sat, nevjesto, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, i miris je haljina tvojih kao miris Livanski.
12 A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja nevjesto, izvor zatvoren, studenac zapeèaæen.
13 Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
Bilje je tvoje voænjak od šipaka s voæem krasnijem, od kipra i narda.
14 Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
Od narda i šafrana, od iðirota i cimeta sa svakojakim drvljem za kad, od smirne i aloja i sa svakim prekrasnim mirisima.
15 A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
Izvore vrtovima, studenèe vode žive i koja teèe s Livana!
16 [SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Ustani sjevere, i hodi juže, i duni po vrtu mom da kaplju mirisi njegovi; neka doðe dragi moj u vrt svoj, i jede krasno voæe svoje.
