Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
Kako su lijepe noge tvoje u obuæi, kæeri kneževska; sastavci su bedara tvojih kao grivne, djelo ruku umjetnièkih.
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
Pupak ti je kao èaša okrugla, koja nije nikad bez piæa; trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograðen ljiljanima;
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
Dvije dojke tvoje kao dva blizanca srnèeta;
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
Vrat ti je kao kula od slonove kosti; oèi su ti kao jezera u Esevonu na vratima Vatravimskim; nos ti je kao kula Livanska koja gleda prema Damasku;
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
Glava je tvoja na tebi kao Karmil, i kosa na glavi tvojoj kao carska porfira u bore nabrana.
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama!
7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.
8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
Rekoh: popeæu se na palmu, dohvatiæu grane njezine; i biæe dojke tvoje kao grozdovi na vinovoj lozi, i miris nosa tvojega kao jabuke;
9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
I grlo tvoje kao dobro vino, koje ide pravo dragomu mojemu i èini da govore usne onijeh koji spavaju.
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
Ja sam dragoga svojega, i njega je želja za mnom.
11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
Hodi, dragi moj, da idemo u polje, da noæujemo u selima.
12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
Raniæemo u vinograde da vidimo cvate li vinova loza, zameæe li se grožðe, cvatu li šipci; ondje æu ti dati ljubav svoju.
13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
Mandragore puštaju miris, i na vratima je našim svakojako krasno voæe, novo i staro, koje za te dohranih, dragi moj.
