Pesma nad pesmama 3
1 Na postelji svojoj noæu tražih onoga koga ljubi duša moja, tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2 Sada æu ustati, pa idem po gradu, po trgovima i po ulicama tražiæu onoga koga ljubi duša moja. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu. Vidjeste li onoga koga ljubi duša moja?
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
4 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.
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dok joj ne bude volja.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
6 Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje kao stupovi od dima, potkaðena smirnom i tamjanom i svakojakim praškom apotekarskim?
Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7 Gle, odar Solomunov, a oko njega šezdeset junaka izmeðu junaka Izrailjevijeh.
Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s; sixty valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
8 Svi imaju maèeve, vješti su boju, u svakoga je maè o bedru radi straha noænoga.
They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
9 Odar je naèinio sebi car Solomun od drveta Livanskoga;
King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Stupce mu je naèinio od srebra, uzglavlje od zlata, nebo od skerleta, a iznutra nastrt ljubavlju za kæeri Jerusalimske.
He made its posts of silver, the bottom of it of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst of it being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Izidite, kæeri Sionske, i gledajte cara Solomuna pod vijencem kojim ga mati njegova okiti na dan svadbe njegove i na dan veselja srca njegova.
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
