Visoka pesem 5
1 Prišel sem v svoj vrt, moja sestra, moja nevesta. Nabral sem svojo miro s svojo dišavo, pojedel sem svoje satovje s svojim medom, popil sem svoje vino s svojim mlekom. Jejta, oh prijatelja, pijta, da, obilno pijta, oh ljubljena.
[[Lov.]] I am come to my garden, my sister, my spouse! I gather my myrrh with my balsam, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, yea, drink abundantly, my loved companions!
2 Spim, toda moje srce bedi. To je glas mojega ljubljenega, ki trka, rekoč: »Odpri mi, moja sestra, moja ljubezen, moja golobica, moja neomadeževana, kajti moja glava je napolnjena z roso in moji prameni z nočnimi kapljami.«
[[M.]] I slept, but my heart was awake; It was the voice of my beloved, who was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is filled with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night.”
3 Slekla sem svoj plašč, kako naj ga oblečem? Umila sem svoja stopala, kako naj jih omadežujem?
“I have taken off my vest [[said I]]; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”
4 Moj ljubljeni je svojo roko položil pri lini od vrat in moja notranjost je bila spodbujena zanj.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.
5 Vstala sem, da odprem svojemu ljubljenemu in moje roke so kapljale z miro in moji prsti s sladko dišečo miro na ročaje zapaha.
I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Odprla sem svojemu ljubljenemu, toda moj ljubljeni se je umaknil in izginil. Moji duši ni zadostovalo, ko je govoril. Iskala sem ga, toda nisem ga mogla najti; klicala sem ga, toda ni mi dal odgovora.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Stražarji, ki so šli okoli mesta, so me našli, udarili so me, ranili so me. Čuvaji obzidja so mi odvzeli moje zagrinjalo.
The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.
8 Naročam vam, oh hčere jeruzalemske, če najdete mojega ljubljenega, da mu poveste, da sem bolna od ljubezni.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved, —What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.
9 Kaj je tvoj ljubljeni več kakor drug ljubljeni, oh najlepša med ženami? Kaj je tvoj ljubljeni več kakor drug ljubljeni, da nas ti tako bremeniš?
[[Lad.]] What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?
10 Moj ljubljeni je bel in rdečkast, vodilen med deset tisoči.
[[M.]] My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.
11 Njegova glava je kakor najbolj čisto zlato, njegovi prameni so košati in črni kakor krokar.
His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;
12 Njegove oči so kakor oči golobice pri rekah vodá, umite z mlekom in primerno postavljene.
His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;
13 Njegova lica so kakor postelja iz dišav, kakor dišeče cvetlice. Njegove ustnice [so] podobne lilijam, ki kapljajo sladko dišečo miro.
His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;
14 Njegove roke so kakor niz zlatih prstanov napolnjene z berilom. Njegov trebuh je kakor svetla slonovina, prevlečena s safirji.
His hands are gold rings set with chrysolite; His body is wrought-work of ivory, overlaid with sapphires;
15 Njegove noge so kakor marmorni stebri, postavljeni na podstavke iz čistega zlata. Njegovo obličje je kakor Libanon, odlično kakor cedre.
His legs are marble pillars, resting on pedestals of fine gold; His aspect is like Lebanon, Majestic like the cedars;
16 Njegova usta so najbolj sladka. Da, on je povsem očarljiv. To je moj ljubljeni in to je moj prijatelj. Oh hčere jeruzalemske.
His mouth is sweetness; His whole being, loveliness. This is my beloved, This my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem!
