¹

Вънидо'хъ въ ѓ^гра'дъ мои сестро моя невњсто, ѓ^бђима ꙁми'рнђ съ а^рома'тами мои^ми. ја^до'хъ хлњ'бъ мои съ ме'домъ моиM, пи'хъ вино мое съ мле'комъ мои^мъ” ЈА/дите бли'жнїи мои и^ пїите, и^ ё^пїиᲄеся бра'тїа”

¹

Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.

²

А$ꙁъ сплю и^ срDце мое бдиT. глаs бра'та мое^го ё^даряеT въ две'ри, эTверꙁи м^и сестро моя и^ бли'жняя моя голђби'це моя съврьше'ная моя. ја%ко глава моя наполънися росы, и^ вла'сы мои ѓ^кропи'шася но'щїю”

²

I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

³

СъвлекоXся съ ри'ꙁы моея, и^ ка'ко ѓ^блекђся в ню” ё^мыX но'ѕи мои, и^ ка'ко ѓ^скверню и^хъ”

³

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

⁴

Бра'тᲆ мои посла рђ'кђ свою эT сква'жнњ, и^ чре'во мое въстрепета эT него.

⁴

My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly was moved for him.

⁵

въстаX а^ꙁъ эTверсти бра'тђ мое^мђ, рђ'цњ мои и^скапа'ша ꙁми'рнђ, и^ прьсᲄы мои зми'рны по'лны на рђкаX ꙁаключе'нїа.

⁵

I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁶

эTвръꙁоX а^ꙁъ бра'тђ мое^мђ, и^ браT мои преиде. дш~а моя и^ꙁы'иде въ слово е^го. въꙁыска'хъ е^го и^ не ѓ^брњтоX е^го, ꙁва'хъ е^го и не послђша мене.

⁶

I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷

ѓ^брњто'ша м^я стра'жеве ѓ^крђжа'ющїи граD, би'ша м^я и^ ја^ꙁви'ша м^я, вꙁя'ша ве'рхнюю ри'ꙁђ эT мене стра'жїе стњ'ннїи.

⁷

The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸

ꙁакля'хъ в^ы дще'ри іерsлиMскїя в си'лахъ и^ въ крњ'постеX села” а^ще ѓ^бря'щете бра'та мое^го въꙁвњсти'те е^мђ, ја%ко ё^ја^ꙁвле'нна любо'вїю а^ꙁъ е^смь”

⁸

I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹

Чт^о бра'тъ твои эT бра'та, до'брая вᲆ женаX, чт^о браT твои эT бра'та, ја%ко та'ко ꙁакля` наs”

⁹

What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?

¹⁰

Бра'тъ мои бњлъ и^ красенъ, и^ꙁбра'н# эT те'мъ.

¹⁰

My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

¹¹

глава е^го ꙁла'та глава`. вла'сы е^го широ'ки и^ че'рны ја%ко вра'нъ.

¹¹

His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

¹²

ѓ%чи е^го ја%ко голђби'не на и^сполненїе воD, и^ꙁмове'ни въ мле'цњ, сњдя'щїи въ наполне'нїи во'дъ”

¹²

His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

¹³

лани'ты е^го ја%ко фїя'лы а^рома'тъ проꙁяба'ющи бл~гово'нїе” ё^стнњ е^го кри'ны ка'плющїи ꙁми'рны по'лны.

¹³

His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.

¹⁴

рђцњ е^го крђглњ зла'тњ, наполнены де'рꙁости” чре'во е^го бђква слоно'ва на ка'мени сап#фи'рове.

¹⁴

His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.

¹⁵

лы'ста е^го стлъпи мармђровы, ѓ^снова'ни на степе'неX ꙁла'тыX. ви'дъ е^го ја%ко лива'нᲆ и^ꙁбра'нъ, и^ ја%ко ке'дрове.

¹⁵

His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.

¹⁶

горта'нь е^го сла'дость и^ ве'сь въжDелњ'нїя, сїи бра'тъ мои, и^ сїи бли'жнїи мои дще'ри і^ерsлимля”

¹⁶

His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.