Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Kako su lijepe noge tvoje u obuæi, kæeri kneževska; sastavci su bedara tvojih kao grivne, djelo ruku umjetnièkih.

2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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 fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Dvije dojke tvoje kao dva blizanca srnèeta;

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward 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 on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

Glava je tvoja na tebi kao Karmil, i kosa na glavi tvojoj kao carska porfira u bore nabrana.

6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama!

7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.

8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, 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 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

I grlo tvoje kao dobro vino, koje ide pravo dragomu mojemu i èini da govore usne onijeh koji spavaju.

10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

Ja sam dragoga svojega, i njega je želja za mnom.

11 Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

Hodi, dragi moj, da idemo u polje, da noæujemo u selima.

12 Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are 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 produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Mandragore puštaju miris, i na vratima je našim svakojako krasno voæe, novo i staro, koje za te dohranih, dragi moj.