Song of Solomon, 2

1. Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.

1. - Ja sam cvijet šaronski, ljiljan u dolu.

2. Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.

2. - Što je ljiljan meðu trnjem, to je prijateljica moja meðu djevojkama.

3. Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

3. - Što je jabuka meðu šumskim stablima, to je dragi moj meðu mladiæima; bila sam željna hlada njezina i sjedoh, plodovi njeni slatki su grlu mome.

4. He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.

4. Uveo me u odaje vina i pokrio me zastavom ljubavi.

5. Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.

5. Okrijepite me kolaèima, osvježite jabukama, jer sam bolna od ljubavi.

6. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

6. Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.

7. Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.

7. - Kæeri jeruzalemske, zaklinjem vas srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!

8. Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.

8. Glas dragoga moga! Evo ga, dolazi, prelijeæe brda, preskakuje brežuljke.

9. My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.

9. Dragi je moj kao srna, on je kao jelenèe. Evo ga za našim zidom, gleda kroz prozore, zaviruje kroz rešetke.

10. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.

10. Dragi moj podiže glas i govori mi: "Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja, i doði,

11. Lo, my beloved speaks to me:

11. jer evo, zima je veæ minula, kiša je prošla i nestala.

12. Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.

12. Cvijeæe se po zemlji ukazuje, vrijeme pjevanja doðe i glas se grlièin èuje u našem kraju.

13. For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.

13. Smokva je izbacila prve plodove, vinograd, u cvatu, miriše. Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja i doði.

14. The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

14. Golubice moja, u spiljama kamenim, u skrovištima vrletnim, daj da ti vidim lice i da ti èujem glas, jer glas je tvoj ugodan i lice je tvoje krasno."

15. The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.

15. Pohvatajte lisice, male lisice što ošteæuju vinograde, naše vinograde u cvatu.

16. My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.

16. Dragi moj pripada meni, a ja njemu, on pase meðu ljiljanima.

17. Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.

17. Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, vrati se, dragi moj: budi lagan kao srna, kao lane na gori Beteru.

18. Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies, until the day rises and the shadows decline.

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19. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.

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