Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Kako su krasni koraci tvoji u sandalama, kćeri kneževska! Pregibi su bokova tvojih kao grivne stvorene rukom umjetnika.
2 Thy navel is [like] a round goblet, [wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is [like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Pupak ti je kao okrugla čaša koja nikad nije bez pića. Trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
Dvije su dojke tvoje dva laneta, blizanca košutina.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
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.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].
Glava je tvoja kao brdo Karmel, a kosa na glavi kao purpur i kralj se zapleo u njene pletenice.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o najdraža, među milinama!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
Stas je tvoj kao palma, grudi su tvoje grozdovi.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples;
Rekoh: popet ću se na palmu da dohvatim vrške njezine, a grudi će tvoje biti kao grozdovi na lozi, miris daha tvoga kao jabuke.
9 And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
Usta su tvoja kao najbolje vino. Koje odlazi ravno dragome mome kao što teče na usnama usnulih.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Ja pripadam dragome svome i on je željan mene.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Dođi, dragi moj, ići ćemo u polja, noćivat ćemo u selima.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, [and] its blossom be open, [and] the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.
Jutrom ćemo ići u vinograde da vidimo pupa li loza, zameće li se grožđe, jesu li procvali mogranji. Tamo ću ti dati ljubav svoju.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Mandragore šire miris, u našim kućama ima svakog voća, novoga i starog, za te sam ga čuvala, o najdraži moj!
