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 steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
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 lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.
3 Dvije dojke tvoje kao dva blizanca srnèeta;
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
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 like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like 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.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
6 Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama!
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like 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 thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like 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 thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
10 Ja sam dragoga svojega, i njega je želja za mnom.
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 Hodi, dragi moj, da idemo u polje, da noæujemo u selima.
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night 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 have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
13 Mandragore puštaju miris, i na vratima je našim svakojako krasno voæe, novo i staro, koje za te dohranih, dragi moj.
The mandrakes give forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
