Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Solomunova pjesma nad pjesmama.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Da me hoæe poljubiti poljupcem usta svojih! Jer je tvoja ljubav bolja od vina.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Mirisom su tvoja ulja prekrasna; ime ti je ulje razlito; zato te ljube djevojke.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
Vuci me, za tobom æemo trèati; uvede me car u ložnicu svoju; radovaæemo se i veseliæemo se tobom, spominjaæemo ljubav tvoju više nego vino; pravi ljube te.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Crna sam, ali lijepa, kæeri Jerusalimske, kao šatori Kidarski, kao zavjesi Solomunovi.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
Ne gledajte me što sam crna, jer me je sunce opalilo; sinovi matere moje rasrdivši se na me postaviše me da èuvam vinograde, i ne èuvah svojega vinograda, koji ja imam.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
Kaži mi ti, kojega ljubi duša moja, gdje paseš, gdje planduješ? jer zašto bih lutala meðu stadima drugova tvojih?
8 If thou knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
Ako ne znaš, najljepša izmeðu žena, poði tragom za stadom, i pasi jariæe svoje pokraj stanova pastirskih.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Ti si mi, draga moja, kao konji u kolima Faraonovijem.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Obrazi su tvoji okiæeni grivnama, i grlo tvoje nizovima.
11 We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
Naèiniæemo ti zlatne grivne sa šarama srebrnijem.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
Dok je car za stolom, narad moj pušta svoj miris.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
Dragi mi je moj kita smirne, koja meðu dojkama mojim poèiva.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
Dragi mi je moj grozd kiprov iz vinograda Engadskih.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
Lijepa ti si, draga moja, lijepa ti si! oèi su ti kao u golubice.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Lijep ti si, dragi moj, i ljubak! i postelja naša zeleni se.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Grede su nam u kuæama kedrove, daske su nam jelove.
