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Pjesma 4
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Pjesma
Chapitre 4
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Kako si lijepa, prijateljice moja, kako si lijepa! Imaš oči kao golubica (kad gledaš) ispod koprene. Kosa ti je kao stado koza što izađoše na brdo Gilead.
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Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca ostriženih kad s kupanja dolaze: idu dvije i dvije kao blizanke i nijedna nije osamljena.
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Usne su tvoje kao trake od grimiza i riječi su tvoje dražesne, kao kriške mogranja tvoji su obrazi pod koprenom tvojom.
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Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova, za obranu sagrađena: tisuću štitova visi na njoj, sve oklopi junački.
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Tvoje su dvije dojke kao dva laneta, blizanca košutina, što pasu među ljiljanima.
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Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, poći ću na brdo smirne, na brežuljak tamjana.
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Sva si lijepa, prijateljice moja, i nema mane na tebi.
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Pođi sa mnom s Libana, nevjesto, pođi sa mnom s Libana. Siđi s vrha Amane, s vrha Senira i Hermona, iz lavljih spilja, s planina leopardskih.
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Srce si mi ranila, sestro moja, nevjesto, srce si mi ranila jednim pogledom svojim, jednim samim biserom kolajne svoje.
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Kako je slatka ljubav tvoja, sestro moja, nevjesto! Slađa je ljubav tvoja od vina, a miris ulja tvojih ugodniji od svih mirisa.
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S usana tvojih, nevjesto, saće kapa, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, a miris je haljina tvojih kao miris libanski.
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Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja, nevjesto, vrt zatvoren i zdenac zapečaćen.
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Mladice su tvoje vrt mogranja pun biranih plodova:
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nard i šafran, mirisna trska i cimet, sa svim stabljikama tamjanovim, smirna i aloj s najboljim mirisima.
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Zdenac je u mom vrtu, izvor žive vode koja teče s Libana.
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Ustani, sjevernjače, duni, južni vjetre, duni nad vrtom mojim, neka poteku njegovi mirisi. Neka dragi moj dođe u vrt svoj, neka jede najbolje plodove u njemu.
Song of Solomon
Chapitre 4
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
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Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
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Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
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Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
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¶ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
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Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
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How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
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Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
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A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
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Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
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A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
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¶ Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.