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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, 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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness 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 taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
“Svukla sam odjeću svoju, kako da je odjenem? Noge sam oprala, kako da ih okaljam?”
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on 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 left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t 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 who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze, tukli su me, ranili i plašt mi uzeli čuvari zidina.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with 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, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure 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 best among ten thousand.
Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, 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 the water brooks, washed with 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 a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Obrazi su njegovi kao lijehe mirisnog bilja, kao cvijeće ugodno, usne su mu ljiljani iz kojih smirna teče.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like 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 sweetness; yes, he is altogether 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.
