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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.
1
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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Да л0бжетъ мS t лобзaній ќстъ свои1хъ: ћкw бл†га сосц† тво‰ пaче вінA,
2
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
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и3 вонS мЂра твоегw2 пaче всёхъ ґрwм†тъ. МЂро и3зліsное и4мz твоE: сегw2 рaди nтрокови6цы возлюби1ша тS.
3
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
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.
4
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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ЧернA є4смь ѓзъ и3 добрA, дщє1ри їеrли6мскіz, ћкоже селє1ніz кид†рска, ћкоже завBсы соломw6ни.
5
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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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.
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Возвэсти2 ми2, є3г0же возлюби2 душA моS, гдЁ пасeши; гдЁ почивaеши въ полyдне; да не когдA бyду ћкw њблагaющаzсz над8 стaды другHвъ твои1хъ.
7
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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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.
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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.
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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!
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подHбіz злaта сотвори1мъ ти2 съ пестротaми сребрA.
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We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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СE, є3си2 добрA, и4скреннzz моS, сE, є3си2 добрA: џчи твои2 голуби6нэ.
15
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
15
СE, є3си2 д0бръ, брaтъ м0й, и3 є3щE красeнъ: џдръ нaшъ со њсэнeніемъ,
16
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
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прекл†ди д0му нaшегw кeдровіи, дски6 нaшz кmпар‡сныz.
17
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.