Pjesma nad Pjesmama 7
1 Kako su krasni koraci tvoji u sandalama, kćeri kneževska! Pregibi su bokova tvojih kao grivne stvorene rukom umjetnika.
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 Pupak ti je kao okrugla čaša koja nikad nije bez pića. Trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima.
Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Dvije su dojke tvoje dva laneta, blizanca košutina.
Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 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.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Glava je tvoja kao brdo Karmel, a kosa na glavi kao purpur i kralj se zapleo u njene pletenice.
Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o najdraža, među milinama!
How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7 Stas je tvoj kao palma, grudi su tvoje grozdovi.
This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Rekoh: popet ću se na palmu da dohvatim vrške njezine, a grudi će tvoje biti kao grozdovi na lozi, miris daha tvoga kao jabuke.
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 Usta su tvoja kao najbolje vino. Koje odlazi ravno dragome mome kao što teče na usnama usnulih.
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 Ja pripadam dragome svome i on je željan mene.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11 Dođi, dragi moj, ići ćemo u polja, noćivat ćemo u selima.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Jutrom ćemo ići u vinograde da vidimo pupa li loza, zameće li se grožđe, jesu li procvali mogranji. Tamo ću ti dati ljubav svoju.
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 Mandragore šire miris, u našim kućama ima svakog voća, novoga i starog, za te sam ga čuvala, o najdraži moj!
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.
