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Pjesma 8
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Pjesma
Capítulo 8
1
O, da si mi brat, da si sisao prsa majke moje, našla bih te vani, poljubila bih te i nitko me zato ne bi prezirao.
2
Povela bih te i uvela u kuću majke svoje koja me odgojila, pojila bih te najboljim vinom i sokom od mogranja.
3
Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.
4
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jeruzalemske, ne budite, ne budite ljubav mojuš dok sama ne bude htjela!
5
Tko je ta što dolazi iz pustinje, naslonjena na dragoga svoga? Probudio sam te pod jabukom gdje te mati rodila, gdje te na svijet dala roditeljka tvoja.
6
Stavi me kao znak na srce, kao pečat na ruku svoju, jer ljubav je jaka kao smrt, a ljubomora tvrda kao grob. Žar je njezin žar vatre i plamena Jahvina.
7
Mnoge vode ne mogu ugasiti ljubav niti je rijeke potopiti. Da netko daje za ljubav sve što u kući ima, taj bi navukao prezir na sebe.
8
Imamo malu sestru koja još nema grudi, što ćemo činiti sa svojom sestrom kad bude riječ o njoj?
9
Ako bude poput zida, sagradit ćemo na njemu krunište od srebra; ako bude poput vrata, utvrdit ćemo ih cedrovim daskama.
10
Ja sam zid i grudi su moje kule: tako postadoh u očima njegovim kao ona što nađe smirenje.
11
Salomon ima vinograd u Baal Hamonu, dao ga je čuvarima i svaki mora donijeti za urod tisuću srebrnjaka.
12
Moj vinograd je preda mnom: tebi, Salomone, tisuća, a dvjesta onima što čuvaju plodove.
13
O ti, koja boraviš u vrtovima, drugovi slušaju glas tvoj, daj da ga i ja čujem!
14
Pohitaj, mili moj, budi kao srna i 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.