Canticle of Canticles 5

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	Biblija Hrvatski
1 Bride: "May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees."	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 Groom to Bride: "I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved."	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 Bride: "I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:"	3 »Svukla sam odjeću svoju, kako da je odjenem? Noge sam oprala, kako da ih okaljam?«
4 Groom to Bride: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night."	4 Dragi moj promoli ruku kroz otvor, a sva mi utroba uzdrhta.
5 Bride: "I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?"	5 Ustadoh da otvorim dragome svome, a iz ruke mi prokapa smirna i poteče niz prste na ručku zavora.
6 "My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch."	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 "I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh."	7 Sretoše me čuvari koji grad obilaze, tukli su me, ranili i plašt mi uzeli čuvari zidina.
8 "I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me."	8 Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ako nađete dragoga moga, što ćete mu reći? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
9 "The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me."	9 Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih, o najljepša među ženama, što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih te nas toliko zaklinješ?
10 "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love."	10 Dragi je moj bijel i rumen, ističe se među tisućama.
11 Chorus to Bride: "What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?"	11 Glava je njegova kao zlato, zlato čisto, uvojci kao palmine mladice, crne poput gavrana.
12 Bride: "My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands."	12 Oči su njegove kao golubi nad vodom potočnom; zubi mu kao mlijekom umiveni, u okvir poredani.
13 "His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."	13 Obrazi su njegovi kao lijehe mirisnog bilja, kao cvijeće ugodno, usne su mu ljiljani iz kojih smirna teče.
14 "His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams."	14 Ruke su mu zlatno prstenje puno dragulja, prsa su njegova kao čista bjelokost pokrita safirima.
15 "His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh."	15 Noge su mu stupovi od mramora na zlatnom podnožju. Stas mu je kao Liban, vitak poput cedra.
16 "His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires."	16 Govor mu je sladak i sav je od ljupkosti. Takav je dragi moj, takav je prijatelj moj, o kćeri jeruzalemske.
17 Chorus to Bride: "Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?"