Visoka pesem 1
1 Pesem pesmi, ki je Salomonova.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Naj me poljublja s poljubi svojih ust, kajti tvoja ljubezen je boljša kakor vino.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 Zaradi vonja tvojih dobrih mazil je tvoje ime kakor izlito mazilo, zato te ljubijo device.
Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Povleci me, me bomo tekle za teboj. Kralj me je privedel v svoje sobe; me bomo vesele in se veselile v tebi, me se bomo spominjale tvoje ljubezni bolj kakor vina. Poštene te ljubijo.
Draw me, we will run after thee! — The king hath brought me into his chambers — We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
5 Črna sem, toda ljubka, oh ve hčere jeruzalemske, kakor kedárski šotori, kakor Salomonove zavese.
I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6 Ne glejte name, ker sem počrnela, ker je name pogledalo sonce. Otroci moje matere so bili jezni name, postavili so me za varuhinjo vinogradov, toda svojega lastnega vinograda nisem varovala.
Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Povej mi, oh ti, ki ga ljubi moja duša, kje paseš, kje daješ svojemu tropu, da počiva opoldan; kajti zakaj bi bila jaz kakor nekdo, ki se obrača vstran ob tropih tvojih družabnikov?
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 Če ne veš, oh najlepša med ženami, pojdi svojo pot naprej ob stopinjah tropa in pasi svoje kozličke poleg pastirskih šotorov.
If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 Primerjal sem te, oh moja ljubezen, s skupino konj v faraonovih bojnih vozovih.
I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Tvoja lica so ljubka z nizi draguljev, tvoj vrat z verižicami iz zlata.
Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 Naredile ti bomo zlate robove s srebrnimi kroglicami.
We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12 Medtem ko kralj sedi pri svoji mizi, moja narda oddaja svoj vonj.
While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 Moj srčno ljubljeni mi je sveženj mire, vso noč bo ležal med mojimi prsmi.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14 Moj ljubljeni mi je kakor skupina kan v engedijskih vinogradih.
My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Glej, lepa si, moja ljubezen, glej, lepa si, imaš oči golobice.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 Glej, lep si, moj ljubljeni, da, prijeten. Tudi najina postelja je zelena.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 Bruna najine hiše so cedre in najini trami v ostrešju iz cipresovine.
The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
