Pesma nad pesmama 4
1 Lijepa ti si, draga moja, lijepa ti si, oèi su ti kao u golubice izmeðu vitica tvojih; kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na gori Galadu;
Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
2 Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca jednakih, kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
3 Usne su ti kao konac skerleta, a govor ti je ljubak; kao kriška šipka jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih;
Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
4 Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova sazidana za oružje, gdje vise tisuæama štitovi i svakojako oružje junaèko;
Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
5 Dvije su ti dojke kao dva laneta blizanca, koji pasu meðu ljiljanima.
Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
6 Dok dan zahladi i sjenke otidu, iæi æu ka gori smirnovoj i ka humu tamjanovu.
Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7 Sva si lijepa draga moja, i nema nedostatka na tebi.
Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8 Hodi sa mnom s Livana, nevjesto, hodi sa mnom s Livana, da gledaš s vrha Amanskoga, s vrha Senirskoga i Ermonskoga, iz peæina lavovskih, s gora risovskih.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
9 Otela si mi srce, sestro moja nevjesto, otela si mi srce jednijem okom svojim i jednijem lanèiæem s grla svojega.
My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10 Lijepa li je ljubav tvoja, sestro moja nevjesto, bolja je od vina ljubav tvoja, i miris ulja tvojih od svijeh mirisnijeh stvari.
My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
11 S usana tvojih kaplje sat, nevjesto, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, i miris je haljina tvojih kao miris Livanski.
Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
12 Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja nevjesto, izvor zatvoren, studenac zapeèaæen.
My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
13 Bilje je tvoje voænjak od šipaka s voæem krasnijem, od kipra i narda.
Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
14 Od narda i šafrana, od iðirota i cimeta sa svakojakim drvljem za kad, od smirne i aloja i sa svakim prekrasnim mirisima.
Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
15 Izvore vrtovima, studenèe vode žive i koja teèe s Livana!
O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16 Ustani sjevere, i hodi juže, i duni po vrtu mom da kaplju mirisi njegovi; neka doðe dragi moj u vrt svoj, i jede krasno voæe svoje.
Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
