Song of Solomon 3
1 On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!
Na postelji svojoj noæu tražih onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
2 — Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him 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 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu. Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?
4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.
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 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dok joj ne bude volja.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje kao stupovi od dima, potkaðena smirnom i tamjanom i svakojakim praškom apotekarskim?
7 Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Gle, odar Solomunov, a oko njega šezdeset junaka izmeðu junaka Izrailjevijeh.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Svi imaju maèeve, vješti su boju, u svakoga je maè o bedru radi straha noænoga.
9 A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Odar je naèinio sebi car Solomun od drveta Livanskoga;
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Stupce mu je naèinio od srebra, uzglavlje od zlata, nebo od skerleta, a iznutra nastrt ljubavlju za kæeri Jerusalimske.
11 Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Izidite, kæeri Sionske, i gledajte cara Solomuna pod vijencem kojim ga mati njegova okiti na dan svadbe njegove i na dan veselja srca njegova.
