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Chapter 2
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Главa в7
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1
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1
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I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
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Ѓзъ цвётъ п0льный и3 крjнъ ўд0льный.
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2
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2
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As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
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Ћкоже крjнъ въ тeрніи, тaкw и4скреннzz моS посредЁ дщeрей.
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3
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3
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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.
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Ћкw ћблонь посредЁ древeсъ лэснhхъ, тaкw брaтъ м0й посредЁ сынHвъ: под8 сёнь є3гw2 восхотёхъ и3 сэд0хъ, и3 пл0дъ є3гw2 слaдокъ въ гортaни моeмъ.
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4
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4
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Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
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Введи1те мS въ д0мъ вінA, вчини1те ко мнЁ люб0вь:
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5
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5
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Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.
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ўтверди1те мS въ мЂрэхъ, положи1те мS во ћблоцэхъ: ћкw ўsзвлена (є4смь) люб0вію ѓзъ.
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6
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6
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His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
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Шyйца є3гw2 под8 глав0ю моeю, и3 десни1ца є3гw2 њб8и1метъ мS.
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7
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7
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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.
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Заклsхъ вaсъ, дщє1ри їеrли6мли, въ си1лахъ и3 крёпостехъ селA: ѓще возстaвите и3 возбyдите люб0вь, д0ндеже восх0щетъ.
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8
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8
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The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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Глaсъ брaта моегw2: сE, т0й и4детъ, скачA на г0ры и3 прескачA на х0лмы.
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9
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9
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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.
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Под0бенъ є4сть брaтъ м0й сeрнэ и3ли2 млaду є3лeню на горaхъ веfи1льскихъ. СE, сeй стои1тъ за стэн0ю нaшею, проглsдаzй nк0нцами, приницazй сквозЁ мрє1жи.
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10
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10
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My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
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Tвэщaетъ брaтъ м0й и3 глаг0летъ мнЁ: востaни, пріиди2, бли1жнzz моS, д0браz моS, голуби1це моS.
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11
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For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
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Ћкw сE, зимA прeйде, д0ждь tи1де, tи1де себЁ:
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12
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12
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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.
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цвёти kви1шасz на земли2, врeмz њбрёзаніz приспЁ, глaсъ г0рлицы слhшанъ въ земли2 нaшей:
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13
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13
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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.
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см0квь и3знесE цвётъ св0й, віногрaди зрёюще дaша воню2. Востaни, пріиди2, бли1жнzz моS, д0браz моS, голуби1це моS, и3 пріиди2.
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14
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14
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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.
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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.
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15
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Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
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И#ми1те нaмъ ли6сы м†лыz, губsщыz віногрaды: и3 віногрaди нaши созрэвaютъ.
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16
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My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.
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Брaтъ м0й мнЁ, и3 ѓзъ є3мY, пасhй въ крjнахъ,
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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.
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д0ндеже дхнeтъ дeнь, и3 дви1гнутсz сBни. Њбрати1сz, ўпод0бисz ты2, брaте м0й, сeрнэ и3ли2 млaду є3лeню на горaхъ ю3д0лій.
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