Pjesma nad Pjesmama 8
1 O, da si mi brat, da si sisao prsa majke moje, našla bih te vani, poljubila bih te i nitko me zato ne bi prezirao.
Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
2 Povela bih te i uvela u kuću majke svoje koja me odgojila, pojila bih te najboljim vinom i sokom od mogranja.
I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
4 Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ne budite, ne budite ljubav mojuš dok sama ne bude htjela!
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
5 Tko je ta što dolazi iz pustinje, naslonjena na dragoga svoga? Probudio sam te pod jabukom gdje te mati rodila, gdje te na svijet dala roditeljka tvoja.
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
6 Stavi me kao znak na srce, kao pečat na ruku svoju, jer ljubav je jaka kao smrt, a ljubomora tvrda kao grob. Žar je njezin žar vatre i plamena Jahvina. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)
7 Mnoge vode ne mogu ugasiti ljubav niti je rijeke potopiti. Da netko daje za ljubav sve što u kući ima, taj bi navukao prezir na sebe.
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
8 Imamo malu sestru koja još nema grudi, što ćemo činiti sa svojom sestrom kad bude riječ o njoj?
We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 Ako bude poput zida, sagradit ćemo na njemu krunište od srebra; ako bude poput vrata, utvrdit ćemo ih cedrovim daskama.
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10 Ja sam zid i grudi su moje kule: tako postadoh u očima njegovim kao ona što nađe smirenje.
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 Salomon ima vinograd u Baal Hamonu, dao ga je čuvarima i svaki mora donijeti za urod tisuću srebrnjaka.
Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
12 Moj vinograd je preda mnom: tebi, Salomone, tisuća, a dvjesta onima što čuvaju plodove.
My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 O ti, koja boraviš u vrtovima, drugovi slušaju glas tvoj, daj da ga i ja čujem!
The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 Pohitaj, mili moj, budi kao srna i kao jelenče na gorama mirisnim!
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
