Pesma nad pesmama 7
1 Kako su lijepe noge tvoje u obuæi, kæeri kneževska; sastavci su bedara tvojih kao grivne, djelo ruku umjetnièkih.
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Pupak ti je kao èaša okrugla, koja nije nikad bez piæa; trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograðen ljiljanima;
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Dvije dojke tvoje kao dva blizanca srnèeta;
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Vrat ti je kao kula od slonove kosti; oèi su ti kao jezera u Esevonu na vratima Vatravimskim; nos ti je kao kula Livanska koja gleda prema Damasku;
Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Glava je tvoja na tebi kao Karmil, i kosa na glavi tvojoj kao carska porfira u bore nabrana.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Rekoh: popeæu se na palmu, dohvatiæu grane njezine; i biæe dojke tvoje kao grozdovi na vinovoj lozi, i miris nosa tvojega kao jabuke;
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 I grlo tvoje kao dobro vino, koje ide pravo dragomu mojemu i èini da govore usne onijeh koji spavaju.
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 Ja sam dragoga svojega, i njega je želja za mnom.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Hodi, dragi moj, da idemo u polje, da noæujemo u selima.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Raniæemo u vinograde da vidimo cvate li vinova loza, zameæe li se grožðe, cvatu li šipci; ondje æu ti dati ljubav svoju.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 Mandragore puštaju miris, i na vratima je našim svakojako krasno voæe, novo i staro, koje za te dohranih, dragi moj.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
