Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

Kam je odšel tvoj ljubljeni, oh najlepša med ženami? Kam se je tvoj ljubljeni obrnil? Da ga bomo lahko iskale s teboj.

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Moj ljubljeni je odšel dol v svoj vrt, k posteljam iz dišav, da pase na vrtovih in da nabira lilije.

3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

Jaz sem svojega ljubljenega in moj ljubljeni je moj; med lilijami pase.

4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Krasna si, oh moja ljubezen, kakor Tirca, ljubka kakor Jeruzalem, strašna kakor vojska s prapori.

5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

Svoje oči odvrni od mene, kajti prevzele so me. Tvoji lasje so kakor trop koz, ki se pojavljajo iz Gileáda.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

Tvoji zobje so kakor trop ovc, ki gredo gor s kopanja, od katerih vsaka rojeva dvojčke in med njimi ni niti ene jalove.

7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Kakor košček granatnega jabolka so tvoja sènca znotraj tvojih pramenov.

8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

Šestdeset je kraljic in osemdeset priležnic in devic brez števila.

9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

Moja golobica, moja neomadeževana je le ena, je samo ena od svoje matere, je izbranka nje, ki jo je rodila. Hčere so jo videle in jo blagoslovile, da, kraljice in priležnice in so jo hvalile.

10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

Kdo je tista, ki gleda kakor jutro, lepa kakor luna, čista kakor sonce in strašna kakor vojska s prapori?

11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

Odšla sem dol v orehov vrt, da vidim sadove doline in da vidim, če trta cveti in granatna jabolka brste.

12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

Preden sem se zavedla, me je moja duša naredila podobno Aminadábovim bojnim vozovom.

13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

Vrni se, vrni se, oh Šulámka, vrni se, vrni se, da te lahko pogledamo. Kaj boste videli na Šulámki? Kot bi bila to skupina dveh vojsk.