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Кто̀ да́стъ тѧ̀, бра́те мо́й, ссꙋ́ща сосцы̀ ма́тере моеѧ̀; ѡ҆брѣ́тши тѧ̀ внѣ̀ цѣлꙋ́ю тѧ̀, и҆ ктомꙋ̀ не оу҆ничижа́тъ менѐ.
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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.
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Поймꙋ̀ тѧ̀, введꙋ̀ тѧ̀ въ до́мъ ма́тере моеѧ̀ и҆ въ ло́жницꙋ заче́ншїѧ мѧ̀: та́мѡ мѧ̀ наꙋчи́ши: напою́ тѧ ѿ вїна̀ съ вонѧ́ми стро́енагѡ, ѿ воды̀ ꙗ҆́блѡкъ мои́хъ.
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
Шꙋ́йца є҆гѡ̀ под̾ главо́ю мое́ю, и҆ десни́ца є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆б̾и́метъ мѧ̀.
3
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4
Заклѧ́хъ ва́съ, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мскїѧ, въ си́лахъ и҆ въ крѣ́постехъ се́лныхъ: а҆́ще подви́жете и҆ воздви́жете любо́вь, до́ндеже а҆́ще восхо́щетъ.
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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.
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Кто̀ сїѧ̀ восходѧ́щаѧ оу҆бѣле́на и҆ оу҆твержа́ема ѡ҆ бра́тѣ свое́мъ; под̾ ꙗ҆́блонею возбꙋди́хъ тѧ̀: та́мѡ родѝ тѧ̀ ма́ти твоѧ̀, та́мѡ поболѣ̀ тобо́ю ро́ждшаѧ тѧ̀.
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.
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Положи́ мѧ ꙗ҆́кѡ печа́ть на се́рдцы твое́мъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ печа́ть на мы́шцѣ твое́й: занѐ крѣпка̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ сме́рть любы̀, же́стока ꙗ҆́кѡ а҆́дъ ре́вность: кри́ла є҆ѧ̀ кри́ла ѻ҆гнѧ̀, (оу҆́глїе ѻ҆́гненно) пла́мы є҆ѧ̀.
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.
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Вода̀ мно́га не мо́жетъ оу҆гаси́ти любвѐ, и҆ рѣ́ки не потопѧ́тъ є҆ѧ̀. А҆́ще да́стъ мꙋ́жъ всѐ и҆мѣ́нїе своѐ за любо́вь, оу҆ничиже́нїемъ оу҆ничижа́тъ є҆го̀.
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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.
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Сестра̀ на́ша мала̀ и҆ сосцꙋ̑ не и҆́мать: что̀ сотвори́мъ сестрѣ̀ на́шей въ де́нь, въ ѻ҆́ньже а҆́ще глаго́латисѧ бꙋ́детъ є҆́й;
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
А҆́ще стѣна̀ є҆́сть, согради́мъ на не́й забра̑ла срє́брѧна: и҆ а҆́ще две́рь є҆́сть, напи́шемъ на не́й дскꙋ̀ ке́дровꙋ.
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
А҆́зъ стѣна̀, и҆ сосцы̀ моѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ столпѝ: а҆́зъ бѣ́хъ во ѻ҆́чїю и҆́хъ а҆́ки ѡ҆брѣта́ющаѧ ми́ръ.
10
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
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Вїногра́дъ бы́сть соломѡ́нꙋ во вееламѡ́нѣ: дадѐ вїногра́дъ сво́й стрегꙋ́щымъ: мꙋ́жъ принесе́тъ въ плодѣ̀ є҆гѡ̀ ты́сѧщꙋ сре́брєникъ.
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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.
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Вїногра́дъ мо́й предо мно́ю: ты́сѧща соломѡ́нꙋ и҆ двѣ́сти стрегꙋ́щымъ пло́дъ є҆гѡ̀.
12
My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
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Сѣдѧ́й въ вертогра́дѣхъ, и҆ дрꙋ́зїе вне́млющїи гла́сꙋ твоемꙋ̀: гла́съ тво́й внꙋшѝ мнѣ̀.
13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear it.
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Бѣжѝ, бра́те мо́й, и҆ оу҆подо́бисѧ се́рнѣ и҆лѝ ю҆нцꙋ̀ є҆ле́ней, на го́ры а҆рѡма́тѡвъ.
14
Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.