Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. The friends speaking to the man and the woman Eat, friends; drink and be drunk with love.
Došao sam u vrt svoj, o sestro moja, nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i balzam svoj, jedem med svoj i saće svoje, pijem vino svoje i mlijeko svoje. Jedite, prijatelji, pijte i opijte se, mili moji!
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying, “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one, for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the night's dampness.”
Ja spavam, ali srce moje bdi. Odjednom glas! Dragi moj mi pokuca: “Otvori mi, sestro moja, prijateljice moja, golubice moja, savršena moja, glava mi je puna rose a kosa noćnih kapi.”
3 “I have taken off my robe; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I get them dirty?”
“Svukla sam odjeću svoju, kako da je odjenem? Noge sam oprala, kako da ih okaljam?”
4 My beloved put in his hand through the opening of the door latch, and my heart was stirred up for him.
Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
5 I got up to open the door for my beloved; my hands were dripping with myrrh, my fingers with moist myrrh, on the door handle.
Ustadoh da otvorim dragome svome, a iz ruke mi prokapa smirna i poteče niz prste na ručku zavora.
6 I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My heart sank when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.
Otvorih dragome svome, ali on se već bijaše udaljio i nestao. Ostala sam bez daha kad je otišao. Tražila sam ga, ali ga nisam našla, zvala sam, ali nije se odazvao.
7 The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. They struck me and wounded me; the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.
Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze, tukli su me, ranili i plašt mi uzeli čuvari zidina.
8 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that if you find my beloved— What will you make known to him?— that I am sick from love.
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ako nađete dragoga moga, što ćete mu reći? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved man, most beautiful among women? Why is your beloved better than another beloved, that you ask us to take an oath like this?
Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih, o najljepša među ženama, što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih te nas toliko zaklinješ?
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
11 His head is the purest gold; his hair is curly and as black as a raven.
Glava je njegova kao zlato, zlato čisto, uvojci kao palmove mladice, crne poput gavrana.
12 His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.
Oči su njegove kao golubi nad vodom potočnom; zubi mu kao mlijekom umiveni, u okvir poredani.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding aromatic scents. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.
Obrazi su njegovi kao lijehe mirisnog bilja, kao cvijeće ugodno, usne su mu ljiljani iz kojih smirna teče.
14 His arms are rounded gold set with jewels; his abdomen is ivory covered with sapphires.
Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
15 His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of pure gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Noge su mu stupovi od mramora na zlatnom podnožju. Stas mu je kao Liban, vitak poput cedra.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is completely lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Govor mu je sladak i sav je od ljupkosti. Takav je dragi moj, takav je prijatelj moj, o kćeri jeruzalemske.
