Song of Solomon 6
1 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] Whither hath thy beloved, gone, thou most beautiful among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him aside? That we may seek him with thee.
Kuda otide dragi tvoj, najljepša meðu ženama? kuda zamaèe dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom?
2 [SHE] My beloved, is gone down to his garden, to the beds of balsam, —to pasture in the gardens, and to gather lilies,
Dragi moj siðe u vrt svoj, k lijehama mirisnoga bilja, da pase po vrtovima i da bere ljiljane.
3 I, am, my beloved’s, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.
Ja sam dragoga svojega, i moj je dragi moj, koji pase meðu ljiljanima.
4 [HE] Beautiful, art thou, my fair one, as Tirzah, comely, as Jerusalem, —majestic as bannered hosts!
Lijepa si, draga moja, kao Tersa, krasna si kao Jerusalim, strašna kao vojska sa zastavama.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
Odvrati oèi svoje od mene, jer me raspaljuju. Kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na Galadu.
6 Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
7 Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:
Jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih kao kriška šipka.
8 Threescore, are the queens, and, fourscore, are the concubines, —and, virgins, there are, without number.
Šezdeset ima carica i osamdeset inoèa, i djevojaka bez broja;
9 One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, —The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her.
Ali je jedna golubica moja, bezazlena moja, jedinica u matere svoje, izabrana u roditeljke svoje. Vidješe je djevojke i nazivaše je blaženom; i carice i inoèe hvališe je.
10 [THEY] Who is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?
Ko je ona što se vidi kao zora, lijepa kao mjesec, èista kao sunce, strašna kao vojska sa zastavama?
11 [HE] To the garden of nuts, I went down, to look at the fresh shoots of the ravine, —to see whether: had burst forth the vine, had blossomed the pomegranate: —
Siðoh u orašje da vidim voæe u dolu, da vidim cvate li vinova loza, pupe li šipci.
12 I know not [how it was], my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!
Ne doznah ništa, a duša me moja posadi na kola Aminadavova.
13 [THEY] Return, return, O Shulamite, Return, return, that we may look on thee! [SHE] What would ye look on in the Shulamite? [THEY] As it were the dance of a double camp…
Vrati se, vrati se Sulamko, vrati se, vrati se, da te gledamo. Šta æete gledati na Sulamci? kao èete vojnièke.
