Visoka pesem 7
1 Kako krasna so tvoja stopala s čevlji, oh prinčeva hči! Sklepi tvojih stegen so podobni draguljem, delo rok spretnega delavca.
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Tvoj popek je podoben okrogli čašici, ki noče žgane pijače. Tvoj trebuh je podoben kupu pšenice, obsutemu z lilijami.
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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.
Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Tvoja glava na tebi je podobna Karmelu in lasje tvoje glave [so] podobni škrlatu; kralj je zadržan v galerijah.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Kako lepa in kako prijetna si ti, oh ljubezen, za naslade!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 Ta tvoja postava je podobna palmovemu drevesu in tvoje prsi grozdom grozdja.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy 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
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 in nebo tvojih ust podobno najboljšemu vinu za mojega ljubljenega, ki gre medéno dol, povzročujoč ustnicam tistih, ki spijo, da spregovorijo.«
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 Jaz sem svojega ljubljenega in njegovo hrepenenje je po meni.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Pridi, moj ljubljeni, pojdiva na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide 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 get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee 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 give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
