Visoka pesem 7
1 Kako krasna so tvoja stopala s čevlji, oh prinčeva hči! Sklepi tvojih stegen so podobni draguljem, delo rok spretnega delavca.
Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2 Tvoj popek je podoben okrogli čašici, ki noče žgane pijače. Tvoj trebuh je podoben kupu pšenice, obsutemu z lilijami.
Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici.
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
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 as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
5 Tvoja glava na tebi je podobna Karmelu in lasje tvoje glave [so] podobni škrlatu; kralj je zadržan v galerijah.
Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 Kako lepa in kako prijetna si ti, oh ljubezen, za naslade!
How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
7 Ta tvoja postava je podobna palmovemu drevesu in tvoje prsi grozdom grozdja.
This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
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
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
9 in nebo tvojih ust podobno najboljšemu vinu za mojega ljubljenega, ki gre medéno dol, povzročujoč ustnicam tistih, ki spijo, da spregovorijo.«
and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 Jaz sem svojega ljubljenega in njegovo hrepenenje je po meni.
I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Pridi, moj ljubljeni, pojdiva na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge 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 early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
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 have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
