Порівняти Brenton–Byzantine English Bible з Біблія церковнослов'янською - Chapter 1

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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.	Да л0бжетъ мS t лобзaній ќстъ свои1хъ: ћкw бл†га сосц† тво‰ пaче вінA,
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.	и3 вонS мЂра твоегw2 пaче всёхъ ґрwм†тъ. МЂро и3зліsное и4мz твоE: сегw2 рaди nтрокови6цы возлюби1ша тS.
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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.	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.
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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.	ЧернA є4смь ѓзъ и3 добрA, дщє1ри їеrли6мскіz, ћкоже селє1ніz кид†рска, ћкоже завBсы соломw6ни.
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I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.	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.
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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.	Возвэсти2 ми2, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS, гдЁ пасeши; гдЁ почивaеши въ полyдне; да не когдA бyду ћкw њблагaющаzсz над8 стaды другHвъ твои1хъ.
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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.	Ѓще не ўвёси сaмую тебE, д0браz въ женaхъ, и3зhди ты2 въ пzтaхъ пaствъ и3 паси2 кHзлища тво‰ ў кyщей пaстырскихъ.
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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.	К0нємъ мои6мъ въ колесни1цэхъ фараHновыхъ ўпод0бихъ тS, бли1жнzz моS.
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I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.	Что2 ўкрaшєны лани6ты тво‰ ћкw гHрлицы, вhz твоS ћкw мwни1сты;
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How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!	подHбіz злaта сотвори1мъ ти2 съ пестротaми сребрA.
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We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.	Д0ндеже (бyдетъ) цaрь на восклонeніи своeмъ, нaрдъ м0й дадE воню2 свою2.
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So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.	Вzзaніе стaкти брaтъ м0й мнЁ, посредЁ сосц{ моє1ю водвори1тсz:
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My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.	грeзнъ кЂпровъ брaтъ м0й мнЁ въ віногрaдэхъ є3нгaддовыхъ.
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My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.	СE, є3си2 добрA, и4скреннzz моS, сE, є3си2 добрA: џчи твои2 голуби6нэ.
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Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.	СE, є3си2 д0бръ, брaтъ м0й, и3 є3щE красeнъ: џдръ нaшъ со њсэнeніемъ,
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Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.	прекл†ди д0му нaшегw кeдровіи, дски6 нaшz кmпар‡сныz.
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The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.