Порівняти Brenton–Byzantine English Bible з Біблія церковнослов'янською - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2	Главa в7

1	1
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.	Ѓзъ цвётъ п0льный и3 крjнъ ўд0льный.
2	2
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.	Ћкоже крjнъ въ тeрніи, тaкw и4скреннzz моS посредЁ дщeрей.
3	3
As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.	Ћкw ћблонь посредЁ древeсъ лэснhхъ, тaкw брaтъ м0й посредЁ сынHвъ: под8 сёнь є3гw2 восхотёхъ и3 сэд0хъ, и3 пл0дъ є3гw2 слaдокъ въ гортaни моeмъ.
4	4
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.	Введи1те мS въ д0мъ вінA, вчини1те ко мнЁ люб0вь:
5	5
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.	ўтверди1те мS въ мЂрэхъ, положи1те мS во ћблоцэхъ: ћкw ўsзвлена (є4смь) люб0вію ѓзъ.
6	6
His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.	Шyйца є3гw2 под8 глав0ю моeю, и3 десни1ца є3гw2 њб8и1метъ мS.
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I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake my love, until he please.	Заклsхъ вaсъ, дщє1ри їеrли6мли, въ си1лахъ и3 крёпостехъ селA: ѓще возстaвите и3 возбyдите люб0вь, д0ндеже восх0щетъ.
8	8
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.	Глaсъ брaта моегw2: сE, т0й и4детъ, скачA на г0ры и3 прескачA на х0лмы.
9	9
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.	Под0бенъ є4сть брaтъ м0й сeрнэ и3ли2 млaду є3лeню на горaхъ веfи1льскихъ. СE, сeй стои1тъ за стэн0ю нaшею, проглsдаzй nк0нцами, приницazй сквозЁ мрє1жи.
10	10
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.	Tвэщaетъ брaтъ м0й и3 глаг0летъ мнЁ: востaни, пріиди2, бли1жнzz моS, д0браz моS, голуби1це моS.
11	11
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.	Ћкw сE, зимA прeйде, д0ждь tи1де, tи1де себЁ:
12	12
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.	цвёти kви1шасz на земли2, врeмz њбрёзаніz приспЁ, глaсъ г0рлицы слhшанъ въ земли2 нaшей:
13	13
The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.	см0квь и3знесE цвётъ св0й, віногрaди зрёюще дaша воню2. Востaни, пріиди2, бли1жнzz моS, д0браz моS, голуби1це моS, и3 пріиди2.
14	14
Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.	Ты2, голуби1це моS, въ покр0вэ кaменнэ, бли1з8 предстёніz: kви1 ми зрaкъ тв0й, и3 ўслhшанъ сотвори1 ми глaсъ тв0й: ћкw глaсъ тв0й слaдокъ, и3 w4бразъ тв0й красeнъ.
15	15
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.	И#ми1те нaмъ ли6сы м†лыz, губsщыz віногрaды: и3 віногрaди нaши созрэвaютъ.
16	16
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.	Брaтъ м0й мнЁ, и3 ѓзъ є3мY, пасhй въ крjнахъ,
17	17
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.	д0ндеже дхнeтъ дeнь, и3 дви1гнутсz сBни. Њбрати1сz, ўпод0бисz ты2, брaте м0й, сeрнэ и3ли2 млaду є3лeню на горaхъ ю3д0лій.