Pesma nad pesmama 2
1 Ja sam ruža Saronska, ljiljan u dolu.
I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Što je ljiljan meðu trnjem, to je draga moja meðu djevojkama.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Što je jabuka meðu drvetima šumskim, to je dragi moj meðu momcima; željeh hlada njezina, i sjedoh, i rod je njezin sladak grlu mojemu.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Uvede me u kuæu gdje je gozba a zastava mu je ljubav k meni.
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5 Potkrijepite me žbanovima, pridržite me jabukama, jer sam bolna od ljubavi.
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
6 Lijeva je ruka njegova meni pod glavom, a desnom me grli.
His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
7 Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dok joj ne bude volja.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
8 Glas dragoga mojega; evo ga, ide skaèuæi preko gora, poskakujuæi preko humova.
The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9 Dragi je moj kao srna ili kao jelenèe; evo ga, stoji iza našega zida, gleda kroz prozor, viri kroz rešetku.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 Progovori dragi moj i reèe mi: ustani, draga moja, ljepotice moja, i hodi.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 Jer gle, zima proðe, minuše daždi, otidoše.
For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 Cvijeæe se vidi po zemlji, doðe vrijeme pjevanju, i glas grlièin èuje se u našoj zemlji.
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 Smokva je pustila zametke svoje, i loza vinova ucvala miriše. Ustani, draga moja, ljepotice moja, i hodi.
The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."
14 Golubice moja u rasjelinama kamenijem, u zaklonu vrletnom! daj da vidim lice tvoje, daj da èujem glas tvoj; jer je glas tvoj sladak i lice tvoje krasno.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
15 Pohvatajte nam lisice, male lisice, što kvare vinograde, jer naši vinogradi cvatu.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 Moj je dragi moj, i ja sam njegova, on pase meðu ljiljanima.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
17 Dok zahladi dan i sjenke otidu, vrati se, budi kao srna, dragi moj, ili kao jelenèe po gorama razdijeljenijem.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
