Pesma nad pesmama 7
1 Kako su lijepe noge tvoje u obuæi, kæeri kneževska; sastavci su bedara tvojih kao grivne, djelo ruku umjetnièkih.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning 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 goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an 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 is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Glava je tvoja na tebi kao Karmil, i kosa na glavi tvojoj kao carska porfira u bore nabrana.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama!
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.
This 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 to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 I grlo tvoje kao dobro vino, koje ide pravo dragomu mojemu i èini da govore usne onijeh koji spavaju.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 Ja sam dragoga svojega, i njega je želja za mnom.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward 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 lodge 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 vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
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, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
