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Пёснь пёсней	Song of Solomon

Главa №	Chapter 1

1	1
Да л0бжетъ мS t лобзaній ќстъ свои1хъ: ћкw бл†га сосц† тво‰ пaче вінA,	The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2	2
и3 вонS мЂра твоегw2 пaче всёхъ ґрwм†тъ. МЂро и3зліsное и4мz твоE: сегw2 рaди nтрокови6цы возлюби1ша тS.	Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
3	3
Привлек0ша тS: в8слёдъ тебє2 въ воню2 мЂра твоегw2 течeмъ. Введe мz цaрь въ л0жницу свою2: возрaдуемсz и3 возвесели1мсz њ тебЁ, возлю1бимъ сосц† тво‰ пaче вінA: прaвость возлюби1 тz.	And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
4	4
ЧернA є4смь ѓзъ и3 добрA, дщє1ри їеrли6мскіz, ћкоже селє1ніz кид†рска, ћкоже завBсы соломw6ни.	They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into his closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
5	5
Не зри1те менE, ћкw ѓзъ є4смь њчернeна, ћкw њпали1 мz с0лнце: сhнове мaтере моеS сварsхусz њ мнЁ, положи1ша мS стрaжа въ віногрaдэхъ: віногрaда моегw2 не сохрани1хъ.	I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6	6
Возвэсти2 ми2, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS, гдЁ пасeши; гдЁ почивaеши въ полyдне; да не когдA бyду ћкw њблагaющаzсz над8 стaды другHвъ твои1хъ.	Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
7	7
Ѓще не ўвёси сaмую тебE, д0браz въ женaхъ, и3зhди ты2 въ пzтaхъ пaствъ и3 паси2 кHзлища тво‰ ў кyщей пaстырскихъ.	Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
8	8
К0нємъ мои6мъ въ колесни1цэхъ фараHновыхъ ўпод0бихъ тS, бли1жнzz моS.	If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.
9	9
Что2 ўкрaшєны лани6ты тво‰ ћкw гHрлицы, вhz твоS ћкw мwни1сты;	I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10	10
подHбіz злaта сотвори1мъ ти2 съ пестротaми сребрA.	How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11	11
Д0ндеже (бyдетъ) цaрь на восклонeніи своeмъ, нaрдъ м0й дадE воню2 свою2.	We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12	12
Вzзaніе стaкти брaтъ м0й мнЁ, посредЁ сосц{ моє1ю водвори1тсz:	So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13	13
грeзнъ кЂпровъ брaтъ м0й мнЁ въ віногрaдэхъ є3нгaддовыхъ.	My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14	14
СE, є3си2 добрA, и4скреннzz моS, сE, є3си2 добрA: џчи твои2 голуби6нэ.	My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15	15
СE, є3си2 д0бръ, брaтъ м0й, и3 є3щE красeнъ: џдръ нaшъ со њсэнeніемъ,	Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16	16
прекл†ди д0му нaшегw кeдровіи, дски6 нaшz кmпар‡сныz.	Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Главa в7	Chapter 2

1	1
Ѓзъ цвётъ п0льный и3 крjнъ ўд0льный.	I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
2	2
Ћкоже крjнъ въ тeрніи, тaкw и4скреннzz моS посредЁ дщeрей.	As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
3	3
Ћкw ћблонь посредЁ древeсъ лэснhхъ, тaкw брaтъ м0й посредЁ сынHвъ: под8 сёнь є3гw2 восхотёхъ и3 сэд0хъ, и3 пл0дъ є3гw2 слaдокъ въ гортaни моeмъ.	As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4	4
Введи1те мS въ д0мъ вінA, вчини1те ко мнЁ люб0вь:	Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5	5
ўтверди1те мS въ мЂрэхъ, положи1те мS во ћблоцэхъ: ћкw ўsзвлена (є4смь) люб0вію ѓзъ.	Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.
6	6
Шyйца є3гw2 под8 глав0ю моeю, и3 десни1ца є3гw2 њб8и1метъ мS.	His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7	7
Заклsхъ вaсъ, дщє1ри їеrли6мли, въ си1лахъ и3 крёпостехъ селA: ѓще возстaвите и3 возбyдите люб0вь, д0ндеже восх0щетъ.	I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake my love, until he please.
8	8
Глaсъ брaта моегw2: сE, т0й и4детъ, скачA на г0ры и3 прескачA на х0лмы.	The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9	9
Под0бенъ є4сть брaтъ м0й сeрнэ и3ли2 млaду є3лeню на горaхъ веfи1льскихъ. СE, сeй стои1тъ за стэн0ю нaшею, проглsдаzй nк0нцами, приницazй сквозЁ мрє1жи.	My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10	10
Tвэщaетъ брaтъ м0й и3 глаг0летъ мнЁ: востaни, пріиди2, бли1жнzz моS, д0браz моS, голуби1це моS.	My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11	11
Ћкw сE, зимA прeйде, д0ждь tи1де, tи1де себЁ:	For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12	12
цвёти kви1шасz на земли2, врeмz њбрёзаніz приспЁ, глaсъ г0рлицы слhшанъ въ земли2 нaшей:	The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
13	13
см0квь и3знесE цвётъ св0й, віногрaди зрёюще дaша воню2. Востaни, пріиди2, бли1жнzz моS, д0браz моS, голуби1це моS, и3 пріиди2.	The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
14	14
Ты2, голуби1це моS, въ покр0вэ кaменнэ, бли1з8 предстёніz: kви1 ми зрaкъ тв0й, и3 ўслhшанъ сотвори1 ми глaсъ тв0й: ћкw глaсъ тв0й слaдокъ, и3 w4бразъ тв0й красeнъ.	Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
15	15
И#ми1те нaмъ ли6сы м†лыz, губsщыz віногрaды: и3 віногрaди нaши созрэвaютъ.	Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16	16
Брaтъ м0й мнЁ, и3 ѓзъ є3мY, пасhй въ крjнахъ,	My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.
17	17
д0ндеже дхнeтъ дeнь, и3 дви1гнутсz сBни. Њбрати1сz, ўпод0бисz ты2, брaте м0й, сeрнэ и3ли2 млaду є3лeню на горaхъ ю3д0лій.	Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
Главa G	Chapter 3

1	1
На л0жи моeмъ въ н0щехъ и3скaхъ, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS, и3скaхъ є3го2, и3 не њбрэт0хъ є3гw2: воззвaхъ є3го2, и3 не послyша менE.	By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he hearkened not to me.
2	2
Востaну u5бо и3 њбhду во грaдэ и3 на т0ржищихъ и3 на ст0гнахъ, и3 поищY, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS. Поискaхъ є3го2, и3 не њбрэт0хъ є3гw2: звaхъ є3го2, и3 не послyша менE.	I will rise now, and go about in the city, in the market-places, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
3	3
Њбрэт0ша мS стрегyщіи, њбходsще во грaдэ: ви1дэсте ли, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS;	The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
4	4
Ћкw мaлw є3гдA преид0хъ t ни1хъ, д0ндеже њбрэт0хъ, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS: ўдержaхъ є3го2, и3 не њстaвихъ є3гw2, д0ндеже введ0хъ є3го2 въ д0мъ мaтере моеS и3 въ черт0гъ зачeншіz мS.	It was as a little while after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5	5
Заклsхъ вaсъ, дщє1ри їеrли6мскіz, въ си1лахъ и3 въ крёпостехъ сeлныхъ: ѓще подви1жете и3 воздви1жете люб0вь, д0ндеже ѓще восх0щетъ.	I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye rouse not nor awake my love, until he please.
6	6
Кто2 сіS восходsщаz t пустhни, ћкw стебло2 дhма кадsщее смЂрну и3 лівaнъ, t всёхъ благов0ній мmровaрца;	Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?
7	7
СE, џдръ соломHнь, шестьдесsтъ си1льныхъ w4крестъ є3гw2 t си1льныхъ ї}левыхъ,	Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
8	8
вси2 и3мyще nр{жіz, научeни на брaнь: мyжъ, nрyжіе є3гw2 на бедрЁ є3гw2 t ќжаса въ н0щехъ.	They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.
9	9
Џдръ сотвори2 себЁ цaрь соломHнъ t древeсъ лівaнскихъ.	King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
10	10
Столпы2 є3гw2 сотвори2 срє1брzны и3 восклонeніе є3гw2 злaто: восх0дъ є3гw2 багрsнъ, внyтрь є3гw2 кaменіе п0стлано, люб0вь t дщeрей їеrли1мскихъ.	He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11	11
Дщє1ри сіw6ни, и3зыди1те и3 ви1дите въ цари2 соломHнэ въ вэнцЁ, и4мже вэнчA є3го2 мaти є3гw2 въ дeнь њбручeніz є3гw2 и3 въ дeнь весeліz сeрдца є3гw2.	Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Главa д7	Chapter 4

1	1
СE, є3си2 добрA, бли1жнzz моS, сE, є3си2 добрA: џчи твои2 голуби6нэ, кромЁ замолчaніz твоегw2: влaси твои2 ћкw стадA кози1цъ, ±же tкрhшасz t галаaда.	Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
2	2
Зyбы твои2 ћкw стадA њстрижeныхъ, ±же и3зыд0ша и3з8 купёли, вс‰ двоеплHдны, и3 неродsщіz нёсть въ ни1хъ.	Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.
3	3
Ћкw вeрвь червлeна ўстнЁ твои2, и3 бесёда твоS краснA: ћкw њброщeніе ши1пка лани6ты тво‰, кромЁ замолчaніz твоегw2.	Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.
4	4
Ћкw ст0лпъ давjдовъ вhz твоS, с0зданъ въ fалпіHfэ: тhсzща щитHвъ ви1ситъ на нeмъ, вс‰ стрёлы си1льныхъ.	Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.
5	5
ДвA сосц† тво‰ ћкw двA млaда близнц† сeрны, пасHмаz во крjнахъ,	Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
6	6
д0ндеже дхнeтъ дeнь, и3 подви1гнутсz сBни. ПойдY себЁ къ горЁ смЂрнэй и3 къ х0лму лівaнску.	Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7	7
ВсS добрA є3си2, бли1жнzz моS, и3 пор0ка нёсть въ тебЁ.	Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.
8	8
Грzди2 t лівaна, невёсто, грzди2 t лівaна: пріиди2 и3 прейди2 и3з8 начaла вёры, t главы2 санjра и3 ґермHна, t њгрaдъ льв0выхъ, t г0ръ пардалewвъ.	Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9	9
Сeрдце нaше привлеклA є3си2, сестро2 моS невёсто, сeрдце нaше привлеклA є3си2 є3ди1нымъ t џчію твоє1ю, є3ди1нымъ мони1стомъ вhи твоеS.	My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
10	10
Что2 ўдобрёста сосц† тво‰, сестро2 моS невёсто; что2 ўдобрёста сосц† тво‰ пaче вінA, и3 вонS ри1зъ твои1хъ пaче всёхъ ґрwм†тъ;	How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!
11	11
С0тъ и3скaпаютъ ўстнЁ твои2, невёсто, мeдъ и3 млеко2 под8 љзhкомъ твои1мъ, и3 благов0ніе ри1зъ твои1хъ ћкw благоухaніе лівaна.	Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.
12	12
Вертогрaдъ заключeнъ сестрA моS невёста, вертогрaдъ заключeнъ, и3ст0чникъ запечатлёнъ.	My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13	13
Лётwрасли тво‰ сaдъ ши1пкwвъ съ плод0мъ ћблочнымъ, кЂпри съ нaрдами,	Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
14	14
нaрдъ и3 шафрaнъ, тр0сть и3 кіннамHнъ со всёми древaми лівaнскими, смЂрна, ґл0й со всёми пeрвыми мЂрами,	spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
15	15
и3ст0чникъ вертогрaда, и3 клaдzзь воды2 жи1вы и3 и3стекaющіz t лівaна.	a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
16	16
Востaни, сёвере, и3 грzди2, ю4же, и3 повёй во вертогрaдэ моeмъ, и3 да потекyтъ ґрwмaты мои2.	Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Главa є7	Chapter 5

1	1
Да сни1детъ брaтъ мои2 въ вертогрaдъ св0й и3 да ћстъ пл0дъ nв0щій свои1хъ. Внид0хъ въ вертогрaдъ м0й, сестро2 моS невёсто: њб8имaхъ смЂрну мою2 со ґрwмaтами мои1ми, kд0хъ хлёбъ м0й съ мeдомъ мои1мъ, пи1хъ віно2 моE съ млек0мъ мои1мъ. Kди1те, бли1жніи, и3 пjйте и3 ўпjйтесz, брaтіz.	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	2
Ѓзъ сплю2, ґ сeрдце моE бди1тъ: глaсъ брaта моегw2 ўдарsетъ въ двє1ри: tвeрзи ми2, сестро2 моS, бли1жнzz моS, голуби1це моS, совершeннаz моS: ћкw главA моS нап0лнисz росы2, и3 влaси мои2 кaпель нощнhхъ.	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	3
Совлек0хсz ри1зы моеS, кaкw њблекyсz въ ню2; ўмhхъ н0зэ мои2, кaкw њскверню2 и5хъ;	I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4	4
Брaтъ м0й послA рyку свою2 сквозЁ сквaжню, и3 чрeво моE вострепетA t негw2.	My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly was moved for him.
5	5
Востaхъ ѓзъ tвeрсти брaту моемY: рyцэ мои2 и3скaпаша смЂрну, пeрсты мои2 смЂрны пHлны на рукaхъ заключeніz.	I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6	6
Tверз0хъ ѓзъ брaту моемY: брaтъ м0й прeйде. ДушA моS и3зhде въ сл0во є3гw2: взыскaхъ є3го2, и3 не њбрэт0хъ є3гw2: звaхъ є3го2, и3 не послyша менE.	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	7
Њбрэт0ша мS стрaжіе њбходsщіи во грaдэ: би1ша мS, kзви1ша мS, взsша вeрхнюю ри1зу t менє2 стрaжіе стённіи.	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	8
Заклsхъ вы2, дщє1ри їеrли1мскіz, въ си1лахъ и3 въ крёпостехъ сeлныхъ: ѓще њбрsщете брaта моего2, возвэсти1те є3мY, ћкw ўsзвлена люб0вію ѓзъ є4смь.	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	9
Что2 брaтъ тв0й пaче брaта, д0браz въ женaхъ; что2 брaтъ тв0й t брaта, ћкw тaкw заклsла є3си2 нaсъ;	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	10
Брaтъ м0й бёлъ и3 чeрменъ, и3збрaнъ t тeмъ:	My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
11	11
главA є3гw2 злaто и3збрaнно, власы2 є3гw2 кудр‰вы, чє1рны ћкw врaнъ:	His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
12	12
џчи є3гw2 ћкw голуби6цы на и3сполнeніихъ в0дъ, и3змовeни во млецЁ, сэдsщыz въ наполнeніихъ (в0дъ):	His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
13	13
лани6ты є3гw2 ѓки фіaлы ґрwм†тъ, прозzбaющыz благов0ніе: ўстнЁ є3гw2 крjны, кaплющіи смЂрну п0лну:	His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
14	14
рyцэ є3гw2 њбт0чєны зл†ты, нап0лнєны fарсjса: чрeво є3гw2 сосyдъ слон0вый на кaмени сапфjровэ:	His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
15	15
лы6ста є3гw2 столпи2 мaрморwвы, њсновaни на степeнехъ златhхъ: ви1дъ є3гw2 ћкw лівaнъ, и3збрaнъ ћкw кeдрове:	His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
16	16
гортaнь є3гw2 слaдость, и3 вeсь желaніе: сeй брaтъ м0й и3 сeй бли1жній м0й, дщє1ри їеrли6мли.	His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
17
Кaмw tи1де брaтъ тв0й, д0браz въ женaхъ; кaмw ўклони1сz брaтъ тв0й; и3 взhщемъ є3гw2 съ тоб0ю.
Главa ѕ7	Chapter 6

1	1
Брaтъ м0й сни1де въ вертогрaдъ св0й, въ мэстA ґрwм†тъ, пaствити въ вертогрaдэхъ и3 собирaти крjны.	Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? tell us, and we will seek him with thee.
2	2
Ѓзъ брaту моемY и3 брaтъ м0й мнЁ, пасhй въ крjнэхъ.	My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3	3
ДобрA є3си2, бли1жнzz моS, ћкw благоволeніе, краснA ћкw їеrли1мъ, ќжасъ ћкw вчинє1нны.	I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
4	4
Tврати2 џчи твои2 t менє2, ћкw тjи воскрили1ша мS: влaси твои2, ћкw стадA к0зъ, ±же взыд0ша t галаaда:	Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.
5	5
зyбы твои2, ћкw стадA њстрижeныхъ, ±же взыд0ша t купёли, вс‰ близнsта родsщыz, и3 безчaдныz нёсть въ ни1хъ: ћкw вeрвь червлeна ўстнЁ твои2, и3 бесёда твоS краснA:	Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
6	6
ћкw њброщeніе ши1пка лани6ты тво‰, кромЁ замолчaніz твоегw2.	Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
7	7
Шестьдесsтъ сyть цари1цъ и3 џсмьдесzтъ нал0жницъ, и3 ю4нотъ, и5мже нёсть числA:	Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.
8	8
є3ди1на є4сть голуби1ца моS, совершeннаz моS: є3ди1на є4сть мaтери своeй, и3збрaнна є4сть роди1вшей ю5: ви1дэша ю5 дщє1ри и3 ўблажи1ша ю5, цари6цы и3 налHжницы, и3 восхвали1ша ю5.	There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9	9
Кто2 сіS проницaющаz ѓки ќтро, добрA ћкw лунA, и3збрaнна ћкw с0лнце, ќжасъ ћкw вчинє1нны;	My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
10	10
Въ вертогрaдъ nрёхwвъ снид0хъ ви1дэти въ плодёхъ пот0ка, ви1дэти, ѓще процвэтE віногрaдъ и3 возраст0ша ши1пки.	Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?
11	11
Тaмw дaмъ сосц† мо‰ тебЁ: не разумЁ душA моS, положи1 мz на колесни1цэ ґмінадaвли.	I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.
12	12
Њбрати1сz, њбрати1сz, суламjтіно, њбрати1сz, њбрати1сz, и3 ќзримъ въ тебЁ.	There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Главa з7	Chapter 7

1	1
Что2 ўви1дите ў суламjтіны; приходsщаz ћкw ли1ки полкHвъ, что2 ўкраси1шасz стwпы2 тво‰ во њбyтіихъ твои1хъ, дщи2 надaвлz; чи1ны бедр{ твоє1ю под0бни ўсерsзємь, дёлу рyкъ худ0жника:	Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
2	2
пyпъ тв0й чaша и3сточeна, не лишaемаz мстA: чрeво твоE ћкw ст0гъ пшени1цы, њграждeнъ въ крjнахъ:	Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thy thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
3	3
двA сосц† тво‰, ћкw двA мл†да близнецы2 сeрны:	Thy navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
4	4
вhz твоS ћкw ст0лпъ слон0вый: џчи твои2 ћкw є3зeра во є3севHнэ, во вратaхъ дщeрей мн0гихъ: н0съ тв0й ћкw ст0лпъ лівaнскій, сматрszй лицE дамaска:	Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
5	5
главA твоS на тебЁ ћкw карми1лъ (горA), и3 заплетeніе главы2 твоеS ћкw багрzни1ца, цaрь ўвsзанъ въ преристaніих.	Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
6	6
Что2 ўкраси1ласz є3си2, и3 что2 ўслади1ласz є3си2, любы2, во слaдостехъ твои1хъ;	Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
7	7
СіE вели1чество твоE: ўпод0биласz є3си2 фjніку, и3 сосц† тво‰ грезнHмъ.	How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, my love!
8	8
Рек0хъ: взhду на фjнікъ, ўдержY высотY є3гw2: и3 бyдутъ сосцы2 твои2 ћкw грeзнове віногрaда, и3 вонS ноздрeй твои1хъ ћкw ћблwка:	This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters.
9	9
и3 гортaнь тв0й ћкw віно2 блaго, ходsщее брaту моемY въ прaвость, дов0лно ўстнaмъ мои6мъ и3 зубHмъ.	I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose as apples;
10	10
Ѓзъ брaту моемY, и3 ко мнЁ њбращeніе є3гw2.	and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
11	11
Пріиди2, брaте м0й, и3 взhдемъ на село2, водвори1мсz въ сeлэхъ:	I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
12	12
ўрaнимъ въ віногрaды, ўви1димъ ѓще процвэтE віногрaдъ, процвэт0ша ли nв0щіе, процвэт0ша ли ћблwка; тaмw дaмъ тебЁ сосц† мо‰.	Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
13	13
Мандраг0ры дaша воню2, и3 при двeрехъ нaшихъ вси2 плоды2 н0віи: до вeтхихъ, брaте м0й, соблюд0хъ ти2.	Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.
Главa }	Chapter 8

1	1
Кто2 дaстъ тS, брaте м0й, ссyща сосцы2 мaтере моеS; њбрётши тS внЁ цэлyю тS, и3 ктомY не ўничижaтъ менE.	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	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.	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	3
Шyйца є3гw2 под8 глав0ю моeю, и3 десни1ца є3гw2 њб8и1метъ мS.	His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4	4
Заклsхъ вaсъ, дщє1ри їеrли6мскіz, въ си1лахъ и3 въ крёпостехъ сeлныхъ: ѓще подви1жете и3 воздви1жете люб0вь, д0ндеже ѓще восх0щетъ.	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	5
Кто2 сіS восходsщаz ўбэлeна и3 ўтвержaема њ брaтэ своeмъ; под8 ћблонею возбуди1хъ тS: тaмw роди2 тS мaти твоS, тaмw поболЁ тоб0ю р0ждшаz тS.	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	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.	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	7
ВодA мн0га не м0жетъ ўгаси1ти любвE, и3 рёки не потопsтъ є3S. Ѓще дaстъ мyжъ всE и3мёніе своE за люб0вь, ўничижeніемъ ўничижaтъ є3го2.	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	8
СестрA нaша малA и3 сосц{ не и4мать: что2 сотвори1мъ сестрЁ нaшей въ дeнь, въ џньже ѓще глаг0латисz бyдетъ є4й;	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	9
Ѓще стэнA є4сть, согради1мъ на нeй забр†ла срє1брzна: и3 ѓще двeрь є4сть, напи1шемъ на нeй дскY кeдрову.	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	10
Ѓзъ стэнA, и3 сосцы2 мои2 ћкw столпи2: ѓзъ бёхъ во џчію и4хъ ѓки њбрэтaющаz ми1ръ.	I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
11	11
Віногрaдъ бhсть соломHну во вееламHнэ: дадE віногрaдъ св0й стрегyщымъ: мyжъ принесeтъ въ плодЁ є3гw2 тhсzщу срeбрєникъ.	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	12
Віногрaдъ м0й предо мн0ю: тhсzща соломHну и3 двёсти стрегyщымъ пл0дъ є3гw2.	My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
13	13
Сэдsй въ вертогрaдэхъ, и3 дрyзіе внeмлющіи глaсу твоемY: глaсъ тв0й внуши2 мнЁ.	Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear it.
14	14
Бэжи2, брaте м0й, и3 ўпод0бисz сeрнэ и3ли2 ю3нцY є3лeней, на г0ры ґрwмaтwвъ.	Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.

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