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Глава́ а҃
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Chapter 1
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Да ло́бжетъ мѧ̀ ѿ лобза́нїй оу҆́стъ свои́хъ: ꙗ҆́кѡ бла̑га сосца̑ твоѧ̑ па́че вїна̀,
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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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и҆ вонѧ̀ мѵ́ра твоегѡ̀ па́че всѣ́хъ а҆рѡма̑тъ. Мѵ́ро и҆злїѧ́ное и҆́мѧ твоѐ: сегѡ̀ ра́ди ѻ҆трокови̑цы возлюби́ша тѧ̀.
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
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Привлеко́ша тѧ̀: в̾слѣ́дъ тебє̀ въ воню̀ мѵ́ра твоегѡ̀ тече́мъ. Введе́ мѧ ца́рь въ ло́жницꙋ свою̀: возра́дꙋемсѧ и҆ возвесели́мсѧ ѡ҆ тебѣ̀, возлю́бимъ сосца̑ твоѧ̑ па́че вїна̀: пра́вость возлюби́ тѧ.
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And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
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Черна̀ є҆́смь а҆́зъ и҆ добра̀, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мскїѧ, ꙗ҆́коже селє́нїѧ кида̑рска, ꙗ҆́коже завѣ̑сы соломѡ̑ни.
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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.
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Не зри́те менѐ, ꙗ҆́кѡ а҆́зъ є҆́смь ѡ҆черне́на, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆пали́ мѧ со́лнце: сы́нове ма́тере моеѧ̀ сварѧ́хꙋсѧ ѡ҆ мнѣ̀, положи́ша мѧ̀ стра́жа въ вїногра́дѣхъ: вїногра́да моегѡ̀ не сохрани́хъ.
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I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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Возвѣстѝ мѝ, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, гдѣ̀ пасе́ши; гдѣ̀ почива́еши въ полꙋ́дне; да не когда̀ бꙋ́дꙋ ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆блага́ющаѧсѧ над̾ ста́ды дрꙋгѡ́въ твои́хъ.
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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.
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А҆́ще не оу҆вѣ́си са́мꙋю тебѐ, до́браѧ въ жена́хъ, и҆зы́ди ты̀ въ пѧта́хъ па́ствъ и҆ пасѝ кѡ́злища твоѧ̑ оу҆ кꙋ́щей па́стырскихъ.
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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.
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Ко́нємъ мои̑мъ въ колесни́цѣхъ фараѡ́новыхъ оу҆подо́бихъ тѧ̀, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀.
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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.
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Что̀ оу҆кра́шєны лани̑ты твоѧ̑ ꙗ҆́кѡ гѡ́рлицы, вы́ѧ твоѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ мѡни́сты;
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I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
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подѡ́бїѧ зла́та сотвори́мъ тѝ съ пестрота́ми сребра̀.
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How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
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До́ндеже (бꙋ́детъ) ца́рь на восклоне́нїи свое́мъ, на́рдъ мо́й дадѐ воню̀ свою̀.
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We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
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Вѧза́нїе ста́кти бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, посредѣ̀ сосцꙋ̑ моє́ю водвори́тсѧ:
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So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
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гре́знъ кѵ́провъ бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀ въ вїногра́дѣхъ є҆нга́ддовыхъ.
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My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
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Сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀, и҆́скреннѧѧ моѧ̀, сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀: ѻ҆́чи твоѝ голꙋби̑нѣ.
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My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
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Сѐ, є҆сѝ до́бръ, бра́тъ мо́й, и҆ є҆щѐ красе́нъ: ѻ҆́дръ на́шъ со ѡ҆сѣне́нїемъ,
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Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
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прекла̑ди до́мꙋ на́шегѡ ке́дровїи, дски̑ на́шѧ кѷпарі̑сныѧ.
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Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
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