Song of Solomon 3
1 In my litle bed Y souyte hym bi niytis, whom my soule loueth; Y souyte hym, and Y foond not.
Na postelji svojoj noæu tražih onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
2 I shal rise, and Y schal cumpasse the citee, bi litle stretis and large stretis; Y schal seke hym, whom my soule loueth; I souyte hym, and Y foond not.
Sada æu ustati, pa idem po gradu, po trgovima i po ulicama tražiæu onoga koga ljubi duša moja. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
3 Wakeris, that kepen the citee, founden me. Whether ye sien hym, whom my soule loueth?
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu. Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?
4 A litil whanne Y hadde passid hem, Y foond hym, whom my soule loueth; Y helde hym, and Y schal not leeue hym, til Y brynge him in to the hous of my modir, and in to the closet of my modir.
Malo ih zaminuh, i naðoh onoga koga ljubi duša moja; i uhvatih ga, i neæu ga pustiti dokle ga ne odvedem u kuæu matere svoje i u ložnicu roditeljke svoje.
5 Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y charge you greetli, bi the capretis, and hertis of feeldis, that ye reise not, nether make to awake the dereworthe spousesse, til sche wole.
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dok joj ne bude volja.
6 Who is this womman, that stieth bi the deseert, as a yerde of smoke of swete smellynge spices, of mirre, and of encence, and of al poudur of an oynement makere?
Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje kao stupovi od dima, potkaðena smirnom i tamjanom i svakojakim praškom apotekarskim?
7 Lo! sixti stronge men of the strongeste men of Israel cumpassen the bed of Salomon; and alle thei holden swerdis,
Gle, odar Solomunov, a oko njega šezdeset junaka izmeðu junaka Izrailjevijeh.
8 and ben moost witti to batels; the swerd of ech man is on his hipe, for the drede of nyytis.
Svi imaju maèeve, vješti su boju, u svakoga je maè o bedru radi straha noænoga.
9 Kyng Salomon made to hym a seete, of the trees of Liban;
Odar je naèinio sebi car Solomun od drveta Livanskoga;
10 he made the pilers therof of siluer; he made a goldun restyng place, a stiyng of purpur; and he arayede the myddil thingis with charite, for the douytris of Jerusalem.
Stupce mu je naèinio od srebra, uzglavlje od zlata, nebo od skerleta, a iznutra nastrt ljubavlju za kæeri Jerusalimske.
11 Ye douytris of Sion, go out, and se kyng Salomon in the diademe, bi which his modir crownede hym, in the dai of his spousyng, and in the dai of the gladnesse of his herte.
Izidite, kæeri Sionske, i gledajte cara Solomuna pod vijencem kojim ga mati njegova okiti na dan svadbe njegove i na dan veselja srca njegova.
