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Capítulo 8
1
O da bi mi brat bio,
da bi sao sise matere moje!
Našavši te na polju
poljubila bih te,
i ne bih bila prekorna.
2
Povela bih te
i dovela bih te u kuću matere svoje;
ti bi me učio,
a ja bih te pojila vinom mirisavim,
sokom od šipaka.
3
Leva je ruka njegova meni pod glavom,
a desnom me grli.
4
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jerusalimske,
ne budite ljubavi moje,
ne budite je, dokle joj ne bude volja.
5
Ko je ona što ide gore od pustinje
naslanjajući se na dragog svog?
Pod jabukom probudih te,
gde te rodi mati tvoja,
gde te rodi roditeljka tvoja.
6
Metni me kao pečat na srce svoje,
kao pečat na mišicu svoju.
Jer je ljubav jaka kao smrt,
i ljubavna sumnja tvrda kao grob;
žar je njen kao žar ognjen, plamen Božji.
7
Mnoga voda ne može ugasiti ljubavi,
niti je reke potopiti.
Da ko daje sve imanje doma svog za tu ljubav,
osramotio bi se.
8
Imamo sestru malenu, koja još nema dojaka.
Šta ćemo činiti sa sestrom svojom
kad bude reč o njoj?
9
Ako je zid, zagradićemo na njemu dvor od srebra;
ako li vrata, utvrdićemo ih daskama kedrovim.
10
Ja sam zid i dojke su moje kao kule.
Tada postah u očima njegovim kao ona koja nađe mir.
11
Vinograd imaše Solomun u Valamonu;
dade vinograd čuvarima
da svaki donosi za rod njegov
po hiljadu srebrnika.
12
Moj vinograd koji ja imam, preda mnom je.
Neka tebi, Solomune, hiljada,
i dve stotine onima koji čuvaju rod njegov.
13
Koja nastavaš u vrtovima!
Drugovi slušaju glas tvoj,
daj mi da ga čujem.
14
Brže, dragi moj!
I budi kao srna ili kao jelenče
na gorama mirisnim.
Song of Solomon
Capítulo 8
1
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
2
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
6
¶ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8
¶ We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14
¶ Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.