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Папір A4, книжкова орієнтація, поля «Немає», без колонтитулів, масштаб 100%. Сторінки йдуть підряд. Для двостороннього друку виберіть переворот по довгому краю.
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Да сни́детъ бра́тъ моѝ въ вертогра́дъ сво́й и҆ да ꙗ҆́стъ пло́дъ ѻ҆во́щїй свои́хъ. Внидо́хъ въ вертогра́дъ мо́й, сестро̀ моѧ̀ невѣ́сто: ѡ҆б̾има́хъ смѵ́рнꙋ мою̀ со а҆рѡма́тами мои́ми, ꙗ҆до́хъ хлѣ́бъ мо́й съ ме́домъ мои́мъ, пи́хъ вїно̀ моѐ съ млеко́мъ мои́мъ. Ꙗ҆ди́те, бли́жнїи, и҆ пі́йте и҆ оу҆пі́йтесѧ, бра́тїѧ.
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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.
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А҆́зъ сплю̀, а҆ се́рдце моѐ бди́тъ: гла́съ бра́та моегѡ̀ оу҆дарѧ́етъ въ двє́ри: ѿве́рзи мѝ, сестро̀ моѧ̀, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀, соверше́ннаѧ моѧ̀: ꙗ҆́кѡ глава̀ моѧ̀ напо́лнисѧ росы̀, и҆ вла́си моѝ ка́пель нощны́хъ.
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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.
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Совлеко́хсѧ ри́зы моеѧ̀, ка́кѡ ѡ҆блекꙋ́сѧ въ ню̀; оу҆мы́хъ но́зѣ моѝ, ка́кѡ ѡ҆скверню̀ и҆̀хъ;
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I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
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Бра́тъ мо́й посла̀ рꙋ́кꙋ свою̀ сквозѣ̀ сква́жню, и҆ чре́во моѐ вострепета̀ ѿ негѡ̀.
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My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly was moved for him.
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Воста́хъ а҆́зъ ѿве́рсти бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀: рꙋ́цѣ моѝ и҆ска́паша смѵ́рнꙋ, пе́рсты моѝ смѵ́рны пѡ́лны на рꙋка́хъ заключе́нїѧ.
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I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
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Ѿверзо́хъ а҆́зъ бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀: бра́тъ мо́й пре́йде. Дꙋша̀ моѧ̀ и҆зы́де въ сло́во є҆гѡ̀: взыска́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не ѡ҆брѣто́хъ є҆гѡ̀: зва́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не послꙋ́ша менѐ.
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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.
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Ѡ҆брѣто́ша мѧ̀ стра́жїе ѡ҆бходѧ́щїи во гра́дѣ: би́ша мѧ̀, ꙗ҆зви́ша мѧ̀, взѧ́ша ве́рхнюю ри́зꙋ ѿ менє̀ стра́жїе стѣ́ннїи.
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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.
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Заклѧ́хъ вы̀, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мскїѧ, въ си́лахъ и҆ въ крѣ́постехъ се́лныхъ: а҆́ще ѡ҆брѧ́щете бра́та моего̀, возвѣсти́те є҆мꙋ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆ѧ́звлена любо́вїю а҆́зъ є҆́смь.
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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.
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Что̀ бра́тъ тво́й па́че бра́та, до́браѧ въ жена́хъ; что̀ бра́тъ тво́й ѿ бра́та, ꙗ҆́кѡ та́кѡ заклѧ́ла є҆сѝ на́съ;
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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?
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Бра́тъ мо́й бѣ́лъ и҆ че́рменъ, и҆збра́нъ ѿ те́мъ:
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My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
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глава̀ є҆гѡ̀ зла́то и҆збра́нно, власы̀ є҆гѡ̀ кꙋдрѧ̑вы, чє́рны ꙗ҆́кѡ вра́нъ:
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His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
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ѻ҆́чи є҆гѡ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ голꙋби̑цы на и҆сполне́нїихъ во́дъ, и҆змове́ни во млецѣ̀, сѣдѧ́щыѧ въ наполне́нїихъ (во́дъ):
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His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
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лани̑ты є҆гѡ̀ а҆́ки фїа́лы а҆рѡма̑тъ, прозѧба́ющыѧ благово́нїе: оу҆стнѣ̀ є҆гѡ̀ крі́ны, ка́плющїи смѵ́рнꙋ по́лнꙋ:
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His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
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рꙋ́цѣ є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆бто́чєны зла̑ты, напо́лнєны ѳарсі́са: чре́во є҆гѡ̀ сосꙋ́дъ слоно́вый на ка́мени сапфі́ровѣ:
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His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
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лы̑ста є҆гѡ̀ столпѝ ма́рморѡвы, ѡ҆снова́ни на степе́нехъ златы́хъ: ви́дъ є҆гѡ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ лїва́нъ, и҆збра́нъ ꙗ҆́кѡ ке́дрове:
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His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
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горта́нь є҆гѡ̀ сла́дость, и҆ ве́сь жела́нїе: се́й бра́тъ мо́й и҆ се́й бли́жнїй мо́й, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мли.
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His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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Ка́мѡ ѿи́де бра́тъ тво́й, до́браѧ въ жена́хъ; ка́мѡ оу҆клони́сѧ бра́тъ тво́й; и҆ взы́щемъ є҆гѡ̀ съ тобо́ю.