< Visoka pesem 7 >

1 Kako krasna so tvoja stopala s čevlji, oh prinčeva hči! Sklepi tvojih stegen so podobni draguljem, delo rok spretnega delavca.
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 Tvoj popek je podoben okrogli čašici, ki noče žgane pijače. Tvoj trebuh je podoben kupu pšenice, obsutemu z lilijami.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
4 Tvoj vrat je kakor stolp iz slonovine, tvoje oči [so] podobne ribnikom v Hešbónu, pri Batrabímskih velikih vratih. Tvoj nos je kakor libanonski stolp, ki gleda proti Damasku.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 Tvoja glava na tebi je podobna Karmelu in lasje tvoje glave [so] podobni škrlatu; kralj je zadržan v galerijah.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 Kako lepa in kako prijetna si ti, oh ljubezen, za naslade!
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 Ta tvoja postava je podobna palmovemu drevesu in tvoje prsi grozdom grozdja.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Rekel sem: »Šel bom gor k palmovemu drevesu, zgrabil bom njegove veje. Sedaj bodo tudi tvoje prsi kakor grozdi vinske trte in vonj tvojega nosu podoben jabolkom
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 in nebo tvojih ust podobno najboljšemu vinu za mojega ljubljenega, ki gre medéno dol, povzročujoč ustnicam tistih, ki spijo, da spregovorijo.«
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 Jaz sem svojega ljubljenega in njegovo hrepenenje je po meni.
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 Pridi, moj ljubljeni, pojdiva na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
12 Vstaniva zgodaj k vinogradom, poglejva, ali trta cveti, ali se pojavlja nežno grozdje in granatna jabolka brste. Tam ti bom dala svoje ljubezni.
Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
13 Nadliščki dajejo vonj in pri naših velikih vratih so vse vrste prijetnih sadov, novi in stari, ki sem jih oskrbela zate, oh moj ljubljeni.
The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.

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