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Pjesma 2
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Pjesma
Kapitel 2
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- Ja sam cvijet šaronski, ljiljan u dolu.
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- Što je ljiljan među trnjem, to je prijateljica moja među djevojkama.
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- Što je jabuka među šumskim stablima, to je dragi moj među mladićima; bila sam željna hlada njezina i sjedoh, plodovi njeni slatki su grlu mome.
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Uveo me u odaje vina i pokrio me zastavom ljubavi.
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Okrijepite me kolačima, osvježite jabukama, jer sam bolna od ljubavi.
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Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.
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- Kćeri jeruzalemske, zaklinjem vas srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
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Glas dragoga moga! Evo ga, dolazi, prelijeće brda, preskakuje brežuljke.
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Dragi je moj kao srna, on je kao jelenče. Evo ga za našim zidom, gleda kroz prozore, zaviruje kroz rešetke.
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Dragi moj podiže glas i govori mi: “Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja, i dođi,
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jer evo, zima je već minula, kiša je prošla i nestala.
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Cvijeće se po zemlji ukazuje, vrijeme pjevanja dođe i glas se grličin čuje u našem kraju.
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Smokva je izbacila prve plodove, vinograd, u cvatu, miriše. Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja i dođi.
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Golubice moja, u spiljama kamenim, u skrovištima vrletnim, daj da ti vidim lice i da ti čujem glas, jer glas je tvoj ugodan i lice je tvoje krasno.”
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Pohvatajte lisice, male lisice što oštećuju vinograde, naše vinograde u cvatu.
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Dragi moj pripada meni, a ja njemu, on pase među ljiljanima.
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Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, vrati se, dragi moj: budi lagan kao srna, kao lane na gori Beteru.
Song of Solomon
Kapitel 2
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I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
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His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
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I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
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¶ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
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My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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¶ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
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Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
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¶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
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Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.