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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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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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Да ло'бжетъ м^я эT лобза'нїя ё'стъ свои^хъ, ја%ко бл~га сесца твоя паче вина`,
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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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и^ во'ня ми'ра твое^го паче всњхъ а^рома'тъ. ми'ро и^злїяно и^мя твое, сего ради эTроковица възлюби'ша т^я
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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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и^ привлеко'шA т^я. въ слњдъ тебе въ во'ню ми'ра твое^го тече'мъ” Въведе мя цр~ь въ ло'жницђ свою, възра'дђемся и^ возвесели'мся ѓ^ тебњ, възлюбимъ сесца твоя, ппаче вина` пра'вость възлюби` т^я”
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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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Черна е^смь аZ и^ добри дщери і^ерsлимъскїя. ја%ко се'ла кедаrска, и^ ја%ко ко'жа саломон#.
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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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не зри'те мене ја%ко а'зъ е^смь ё^чрьмена, ја^ко при'зрњ мя слн~це” Сн~ове мт~ре моеа сваряхђся ѓ^ мнњ. положи'ша м^я стража ё^ виногра'дњхᲆ, винограда моего не сохранихъ”
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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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Възвњсти` м^и е^гоже възлюби` дш~а моя, гдњ пасе'ши и^ где ѓ^почи^ва'еши въ полђдне`. да не когда бђдђ ја%ко ѓ^блага'ющася по ста'дехъ дрђговъ твоиX.
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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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А$ще не ё^вњде самђю тебе до'брђ въ жена'хъ, и^зыиди` ты` въ пята'хъ па'ствъ, и^ па'си ко'злища твоя ё^ кђщеи па'стыр#скихъ.
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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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ко'ни мои` въ колесни'цы фараѓ'новᲇ, ё^подобиX тя близᲆ мене.
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I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
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чт^о ё^крашеnни ланиᲄы твои` ја%ко го'рлицы, вы'я твоя ја%ко монисᲄе”
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How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
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Подо'бїе злаᲄа сᲆтвориM ти сᲆ пестротами сребра`”
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We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
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До'ндеже цр~ь на восклоне'нїи е^го, ма'сть драгая дасть во'ню свою.
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So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
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вяза'нїе стаkти сестры` моея, посреди сесцђ мои^хъ въдвори'тся.
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My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
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грезнъ эT ки'пра сестра` моя мнњ въ виногра'дњ гаDдове”
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My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
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Се е^си добра` и%скрьняа моя, с^е е^си добрA ѓ%чи твои` голђби'не”
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Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
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Се` е^сть добръ братъ мои и^ е^ще красенъ, ѓ%дръ на'шъ съ ѓ^сњне'нїемъ.
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Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
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прекла'ди до'мђ на'шего ке'дровыя, и^ столя кипари'сная”
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The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.