Pesma nad pesmama 8
1 O da bi mi brat bio, da bi sao sise matere moje! našavši te na polju poljubila bih te, i ne bih bila prijekorna.
Oh that thou hadst been a very brother to me, who had sucked the breasts of my own mother, —Had I found thee without, I had kissed thee, Yea, folk would not have despised me!
2 Povela bih te i dovela bih te u kuæu matere svoje; ti bi me uèio, a ja bih te pojila vinom mirisavijem, sokom od šipaka.
I would have guided thee—brought thee into the house of my mother, Thou wouldst have instructed me, —I would have let thee drink of spiced wine, of the pressed-out juice of my pomegranate.
3 Lijeva je ruka njegova meni pod glavom a desnom me grli.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
4 Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ne budite ljubavi moje, ne budite je, dokle joj ne bude volja.
I [HE] adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, —Why will ye wake, and why will ye arouse the dear love until she please!
5 Ko je ona što ide gore iz pustinje naslanjajuæi se na dragoga svoga? Pod jabukom probudih te, gdje te rodi mati tvoja, gdje te rodi roditeljka tvoja.
[THEY] Who is this, coming up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? [HE] Under the apple-tree, I roused thee, where thy mother, was in pain with thee, where she was in pain who gave thee birth!
6 Metni me kao peèat na srce svoje, kao peèat na mišicu svoju. Jer je ljubav jaka kao smrt, i ljubavna sumnja tvrda kao grob; žar je njezin kao žar ognjen, plamen Božji. (Sheol h7585)
[SHE] Set me as a seal, upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm, For, mighty as death, is love, Exacting as hades, is jealousy, —The flames thereof, are flames of fire, The flash of Yah! (Sheol h7585)
7 Mnoga voda ne može ugasiti ljubavi, niti je rijeke potopiti. Da ko daje sve imanje doma svojega za tu ljubav, osramotio bi se.
Many waters, cannot quench love, nor shall, floods, overwhelm it, —If a man would give all the substance of his house, for love, they would, utterly despise, him.
8 Imamo sestru malenu, koja još nema dojaka. Šta æemo èiniti sa sestrom svojom kad bude rijeè o njoj?
[THEY] A sister, have we, a little one, and, breasts, hath she none, What shall we do for our sister, in the day when she may be spoken for?
9 Ako je zid, sagradiæemo na njemu dvor od srebra; ako li vrata, utvrdiæemo ih daskama kedrovijem.
If, a wall, she is, we will build upon it a battlement of silver, —but if, a door, she is, we will close it up with a plank of cedar.
10 Ja sam zid i dojke su moje kao kule. Tada postah u oèima njegovijem kao ona koja naðe mir.
[SHE] I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, —Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
11 Vinograd imaše Solomun u Valamonu; dade vinograd èuvarima da svaki donosi za rod njegov po tisuæu srebrnika.
A vineyard, had Solomon, as the owner of abundance, He put out the vineyard to keepers, —Every man, was to bring in, for the fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings:
12 Moj vinograd koji ja imam, preda mnom je. Neka tebi, Solomune, tisuæa, i dvije stotine onima koji èuvaju rod njegov.
Mine own vineyard, is before me, —The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.
13 Koja nastavaš u vrtovima! drugovi slušaju glas tvoj, daj mi da ga èujem.
[HE] O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
14 Brže, dragi moj! i budi kao srna ili kao jelenèe na gorama mirisnijem.
[SHE] Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.
