Pesma nad pesmama 6
1 Kuda otide dragi tvoj, najljepša meðu ženama? kuda zamaèe dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom?
Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.
2 Dragi moj siðe u vrt svoj, k lijehama mirisnoga bilja, da pase po vrtovima i da bere ljiljane.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Ja sam dragoga svojega, i moj je dragi moj, koji pase meðu ljiljanima.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.
4 Lijepa si, draga moja, kao Tersa, krasna si kao Jerusalim, strašna kao vojska sa zastavama.
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Odvrati oèi svoje od mene, jer me raspaljuju. Kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na Galadu.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 Jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih kao kriška šipka.
As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.
8 Šezdeset ima carica i osamdeset inoèa, i djevojaka bez broja;
There are three score queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 Ali je jedna golubica moja, bezazlena moja, jedinica u matere svoje, izabrana u roditeljke svoje. Vidješe je djevojke i nazivaše je blaženom; i carice i inoèe hvališe je.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Ko je ona što se vidi kao zora, lijepa kao mjesec, èista kao sunce, strašna kao vojska sa zastavama?
Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11 Siðoh u orašje da vidim voæe u dolu, da vidim cvate li vinova loza, pupe li šipci.
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
12 Ne doznah ništa, a duša me moja posadi na kola Aminadavova.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 Vrati se, vrati se Sulamko, vrati se, vrati se, da te gledamo. Šta æete gledati na Sulamci? kao èete vojnièke.
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
