Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Kako su krasni koraci tvoji u sandalama, kćeri kneževska! Pregibi su bokova tvojih kao grivne stvorene rukom umjetnika.

2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

Pupak ti je kao okrugla čaša koja nikad nije bez pića. Trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima.

3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle.

Dvije su dojke tvoje dva laneta, blizanca košutina.

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Vrat je tvoj kao kula bjelokosna. Oči su tvoje kao ribnjaci u Hešbonu kod vrata batrabimskih. Nos ti je kao kula libanska što gleda prema Damasku.

5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

Glava je tvoja kao brdo Karmel, a kosa na glavi kao purpur i kralj se zapleo u njene pletenice.

6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.

Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o najdraža, među milinama!

7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

Stas je tvoj kao palma, grudi su tvoje grozdovi.

8 I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,

Rekoh: popet ću se na palmu da dohvatim vrške njezine, a grudi će tvoje biti kao grozdovi na lozi, miris daha tvoga kao jabuke.

9 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.

Usta su tvoja kao najbolje vino. Koje odlazi ravno dragome mome kao što teče na usnama usnulih.

10 I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

Ja pripadam dragome svome i on je željan mene.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Dođi, dragi moj, ići ćemo u polja, noćivat ćemo u selima.

12 Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

Jutrom ćemo ići u vinograde da vidimo pupa li loza, zameće li se grožđe, jesu li procvali mogranji. Tamo ću ti dati ljubav svoju.

13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Mandragore šire miris, u našim kućama ima svakog voća, novoga i starog, za te sam ga čuvala, o najdraži moj!