Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh, with my spice; I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey; I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
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 sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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 put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
“Svukla sam odjeću svoju, kako da je odjenem? Noge sam oprala, kako da ih okaljam?”
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him.
Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved: and my hands dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
Ustadoh da otvorim dragome svome, a iz ruke mi prokapa smirna i poteče niz prste na ručku zavora.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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 that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.
Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze, tukli su me, ranili i plašt mi uzeli čuvari zidina.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick with love.
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ako nađete dragoga moga, što ćete mu reći? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
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] white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven.
Glava je njegova kao zlato, zlato čisto, uvojci kao palmove mladice, crne poput gavrana.
12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
Oči su njegove kao golubi nad vodom potočnom; zubi mu kao mlijekom umiveni, u okvir poredani.
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
Obrazi su njegovi kao lijehe mirisnog bilja, kao cvijeće ugodno, usne su mu ljiljani iz kojih smirna teče.
14 His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl: his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires.
Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
15 His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent 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: yes, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Govor mu je sladak i sav je od ljupkosti. Takav je dragi moj, takav je prijatelj moj, o kćeri jeruzalemske.
