Canticle of Canticles 5

Douai-Rheims	Hrvatska Biblija
¹ Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.	¹ Došao sam u vrt svoj, o sestro moja, nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i balzam svoj, jedem med svoj i saće svoje, pijem vino svoje i mlijeko svoje. Jedite, prijatelji, pijte i opijte se, mili moji!
² I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.	² Ja spavam, ali srce moje bdî. Odjednom glas! Dragi moj mi pokuca: »Otvori mi, sestro moja, prijateljice moja, golubice moja, savršena moja, glava mi je puna rose a kosa noćnih kapi.«
³ I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?	³ »Svukla sam odjeću svoju, kako da je odjenem? Noge sam oprala, kako da ih okaljam?«
⁴ My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.	⁴ Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
⁵ I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.	⁵ Ustadoh da otvorim dragome svome, a iz ruke mi prokapa smirna i poteče niz prste na ručku zavora.
⁶ I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.	⁶ Otvorih dragome svome, ali on se već bijaše udaljio i nestao. Ostala sam bez daha kad je otišao. Tražila sam ga, ali ga nisam našla, zvala sam, ali nije se odazvao.
⁷ The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.	⁷ Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze, tukli su me, ranili i plašt mi uzeli čuvari zidina.
⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.	⁸ Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ako nađete dragoga moga, što ćete mu reći? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
⁹ What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?	⁹ Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih, o najljepša među ženama, što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih te nas toliko zaklinješ?
¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.	¹⁰ Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
¹¹ His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.	¹¹ Glava je njegova kao zlato, zlato čisto, uvojci kao palmine mladice, crne poput gavrana.
¹² His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.	¹² Oči su njegove kao golubi nad vodom potočnom; zubi mu kao mlijekom umiveni, u okvir poredani.
¹³ His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.	¹³ Obrazi su njegovi kao lijehe mirisnog bilja, kao cvijeće ugodno, usne su mu ljiljani iz kojih smirna teče.
¹⁴ His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.	¹⁴ Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
¹⁵ His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.	¹⁵ Noge su mu stupovi od mramora na zlatnom podnožju. Stas mu je kao Liban, vitak poput cedra.
¹⁶ His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.	¹⁶ Govor mu je sladak i sav je od ljupkosti. Takav je dragi moj, takav je prijatelj moj, o kćeri jeruzalemske.
¹⁷ Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?