Visoka pesem 7
1 Kako krasna so tvoja stopala s čevlji, oh prinčeva hči! Sklepi tvojih stegen so podobni draguljem, delo rok spretnega delavca.
How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Tvoj popek je podoben okrogli čašici, ki noče žgane pijače. Tvoj trebuh je podoben kupu pšenice, obsutemu z lilijami.
Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Tvoji dve dojki sta podobni dvema mladima srnama, ki sta dvojčici.
Your 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.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks 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 like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 Kako lepa in kako prijetna si ti, oh ljubezen, za naslade!
How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7 Ta tvoja postava je podobna palmovemu drevesu in tvoje prsi grozdom grozdja.
This your stature is like to a 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
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
9 in nebo tvojih ust podobno najboljšemu vinu za mojega ljubljenega, ki gre medéno dol, povzročujoč ustnicam tistih, ki spijo, da spregovorijo.«
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 Jaz sem svojega ljubljenega in njegovo hrepenenje je po meni.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Pridi, moj ljubljeni, pojdiva na polje, prenočujva v vaseh.
Come, my beloved, 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 get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.
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, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
