¹

Кто2 дaстъ тS, брaте м0й, ссyща сосцы2 мaтере моеS; њбрётши тS внЁ цэлyю тS, и3 ктомY не ўничижaтъ менE.

¹

I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, they should not despise me.

²

ПоймY тS, введY тS въ д0мъ мaтере моеS и3 въ л0жницу зачeншіz мS: тaмw мS научи1ши: напою1 тz t вінA съ вонsми стр0енагw, t воды2 ћблwкъ мои1хъ.

²

I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.

³

Шyйца є3гw2 под8 глав0ю моeю, и3 десни1ца є3гw2 њб8и1метъ мS.

³

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴

Заклsхъ вaсъ, дщє1ри їеrли6мскіz, въ си1лахъ и3 въ крёпостехъ сeлныхъ: ѓще подви1жете и3 воздви1жете люб0вь, д0ндеже ѓще восх0щетъ.

⁴

I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵

Кто2 сіS восходsщаz ўбэлeна и3 ўтвержaема њ брaтэ своeмъ; под8 ћблонею возбуди1хъ тS: тaмw роди2 тS мaти твоS, тaмw поболЁ тоб0ю р0ждшаz тS.

⁵

Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple-tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she that bore thee brought thee forth.

⁶

Положи1 мz ћкw печaть на сeрдцы твоeмъ, ћкw печaть на мhшцэ твоeй: занE крэпкA ћкw смeрть любы2, жeстока ћкw ѓдъ рeвность: кри1ла є3S кри1ла nгнS, (ќгліе џгненно) плaмы є3S.

⁶

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof.

⁷

ВодA мн0га не м0жетъ ўгаси1ти любвE, и3 рёки не потопsтъ є3S. Ѓще дaстъ мyжъ всE и3мёніе своE за люб0вь, ўничижeніемъ ўничижaтъ є3го2.

⁷

Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, men would utterly despise it.

⁸

СестрA нaша малA и3 сосц{ не и4мать: что2 сотвори1мъ сестрЁ нaшей въ дeнь, въ џньже ѓще глаг0латисz бyдетъ є4й;

⁸

Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?

⁹

Ѓще стэнA є4сть, согради1мъ на нeй забр†ла срє1брzна: и3 ѓще двeрь є4сть, напи1шемъ на нeй дскY кeдрову.

⁹

If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.

¹⁰

Ѓзъ стэнA, и3 сосцы2 мои2 ћкw столпи2: ѓзъ бёхъ во џчію и4хъ ѓки њбрэтaющаz ми1ръ.

¹⁰

I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.

¹¹

Віногрaдъ бhсть соломHну во вееламHнэ: дадE віногрaдъ св0й стрегyщымъ: мyжъ принесeтъ въ плодЁ є3гw2 тhсzщу срeбрєникъ.

¹¹

Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

¹²

Віногрaдъ м0й предо мн0ю: тhсzща соломHну и3 двёсти стрегyщымъ пл0дъ є3гw2.

¹²

My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.

¹³

Сэдsй въ вертогрaдэхъ, и3 дрyзіе внeмлющіи глaсу твоемY: глaсъ тв0й внуши2 мнЁ.

¹³

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear it.

¹⁴

Бэжи2, брaте м0й, и3 ўпод0бисz сeрнэ и3ли2 ю3нцY є3лeней, на г0ры ґрwмaтwвъ.

¹⁴

Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.