Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
Doðoh u vrt svoj, sestro moja nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i mirise svoje, jedem sat svoj i med svoj, pijem vino svoje i mlijeko svoje; jedite, prijatelji, pijte, i opijte se, mili moji!
2 I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
Ja spavam, a srce je moje budno; eto glasa dragoga mojega, koji kuca: otvori mi, sestro moja, draga moja, golubice moja, bezazlena moja; jer je glava moja puna rose i kosa moja noænijeh kapi.
3 I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?
Svukla sam haljinu svoju, kako æu je obuæi? oprala sam noge svoje, kako æu ih kaljati?
4 My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.
Dragi moj promoli ruku svoju kroz rupu, a što je u meni ustrepta od njega.
5 I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.
Ja ustah da otvorim dragome svojemu, a s ruku mojih prokapa smirna, i niz prste moje poteèe smirna na držak od brave.
6 I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.
Otvorih dragomu svome, ali dragoga mojega ne bješe, otide. Bijah izvan sebe kad on progovori. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh; vikah ga, ali mi se ne odazva.
7 The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu, biše me, raniše me, uzeše prijevjes moj s mene stražari po zidovima.
8 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ako naðete dragoga mojega, šta æete mu kazati? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?
Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, o najljepša meðu ženama? što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, te nas tako zaklinješ?
10 My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.
Dragi je moj bio i rumen, zastavnik izmeðu deset tisuæa;
11 His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
Glava mu je najbolje zlato, kosa mu je kudrava, crna kao gavran;
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
Oèi su mu kao u goluba na potocima vodenijem, mlijekom umivene, i stoje u obilju;
13 His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Obrazi su mu kao lijehe mirisnoga bilja, kao cvijeæe mirisno; usne su mu kao ljiljan, s njih kaplje smirna žitka;
14 His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.
Na rukama su mu zlatni prsteni, na kojima su ukovani virili; trbuh mu je kao svijetla slonova kost obložena safirima.
15 His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
Gnjati su mu kao stupovi od mramora, uglavljeni na zlatnom podnožju; stas mu je Livan, krasan kao kedri.
16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Usta su mu slatka i sav je ljubak. Taki je moj dragi, taki je moj mili, kæeri Jerusalimske.
