Visoka pesem 4
1 Glej lepotica si, moja ljubezen, glej, lepotica si. Znotraj svojih pramenov imaš oči golobice. Tvoji lasje so kakor trop koz, ki se pojavljajo z gore Gileád.
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love! behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy locks are like a flock of goats Which lie down on mount Gilead;
2 Tvoji zobje so podobni tropu ovc, ki so gladko ostrižene, ki so prišle gor iz kopanja, od katerih vsaka rodi dvojčke in med njimi ni nobene jalove.
Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one beareth twins, And none is barren among them;
3 Tvoje ustnice so podobne škrlatnemu sukancu in tvoj govor je ljubek. Tvoja sènca so podobna koščku granatnega jabolka znotraj tvojih pramenov.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth comely; Thy cheeks are like a divided pomegranate behind thy veil;
4 Tvoj vrat je podoben Davidovemu stolpu, zgrajenemu za orožarno, na katerem visi tisoč majhnih ščitov, vsi ščiti mogočnih ljudi.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, In which there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men;
5 Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici, ki se paseta med lilijami.
Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles, That feed among the lilies.
6 Dokler se ne zdani in sence ne odletijo, se bom spravila do gore mire in k hribu kadila.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh And the hill of frankincense.
7 Popolnoma si lepotica, moja ljubezen, madeža ni na tebi.
Thou art all fair, my love; There is no spot in thee!
8 Pridi z menoj iz Libanona, moja nevesta, z menoj iz Libanona. Poglej iz vrha Amáne, iz vrha Senírja in Hermona, iz levjih brlogov, z gora leopardov.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of the lions, From the mountains of the leopards.
9 Očarala si moje srce, moja sestra, moja nevesta; z enim izmed svojih očes si očarala moje srce, z eno verižico svojega vratu.
Thou hast taken captive my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast taken captive my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
10 Kako poštena je tvoja ljubezen, moja sestra, moja nevesta! Kako mnogo boljša je tvoja ljubezen kakor vino! In vonj tvojih mazil kakor vse dišave.
How sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices!
11 Tvoje ustnice, oh moja nevesta, kapljajo kakor satovje. Med in mleko sta pod tvojim jezikom in vonj tvojih oblek je podoben vonju Libanona.
Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Obdan vrt je moja sestra, moja nevesta, zaprt izvir, zapečaten studenec.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;
13 Tvoje rastline so sadovnjak granatnih jabolk s prijetnimi sadovi; kana z nardo;
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,
14 narda in žafran; kolmež in cimet, z vsemi kadilnimi drevesi; mira in aloja z vsemi vodilnimi dišavami;
Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
15 vrtni studenec, vodnjak živih vodá in vodotoki iz Libanona.
A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!
16 Zbudi se, oh severni veter in pridi jug. Pihaj na moj vrt, da bodo njegove dišave lahko iztekale. Naj moj ljubljeni pride v svoj vrt in jé svoje prijetno sadje.
[[M.]] Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out! May my beloved come to his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.
