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Chapter 2	Глава́ в҃

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I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.	А҆́зъ цвѣ́тъ по́льный и҆ крі́нъ оу҆до́льный.
2	2
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.	Ꙗ҆́коже крі́нъ въ те́рнїи, та́кѡ и҆́скреннѧѧ моѧ̀ посредѣ̀ дще́рей.
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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.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ ꙗ҆́блонь посредѣ̀ древе́съ лѣсны́хъ, та́кѡ бра́тъ мо́й посредѣ̀ сынѡ́въ: под̾ сѣ́нь є҆гѡ̀ восхотѣ́хъ и҆ сѣдо́хъ, и҆ пло́дъ є҆гѡ̀ сла́докъ въ горта́ни мое́мъ.
4	4
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.	Введи́те мѧ̀ въ до́мъ вїна̀, вчини́те ко мнѣ̀ любо́вь:
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Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.	оу҆тверди́те мѧ̀ въ мѵ́рѣхъ, положи́те мѧ̀ во ꙗ҆́блоцѣхъ: ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆ѧ́звлена (є҆́смь) любо́вїю а҆́зъ.
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His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.	Шꙋ́йца є҆гѡ̀ под̾ главо́ю мое́ю, и҆ десни́ца є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆б̾и́метъ мѧ̀.
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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.	Заклѧ́хъ ва́съ, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мли, въ си́лахъ и҆ крѣ́постехъ села̀: а҆́ще возста́вите и҆ возбꙋ́дите любо́вь, до́ндеже восхо́щетъ.
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The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.	Гла́съ бра́та моегѡ̀: сѐ, то́й и҆́детъ, скача̀ на го́ры и҆ прескача̀ на хо́лмы.
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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.	Подо́бенъ є҆́сть бра́тъ мо́й се́рнѣ и҆лѝ мла́дꙋ є҆ле́ню на гора́хъ веѳи́льскихъ. Сѐ, се́й стои́тъ за стѣно́ю на́шею, проглѧ́даѧй ѻ҆ко́нцами, приница́ѧй сквозѣ̀ мрє́жи.
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My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.	Ѿвѣща́етъ бра́тъ мо́й и҆ глаго́летъ мнѣ̀: воста́ни, прїидѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, до́браѧ моѧ̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀.
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For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ сѐ, зима̀ пре́йде, до́ждь ѿи́де, ѿи́де себѣ̀:
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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.	цвѣ́ти ꙗ҆ви́шасѧ на землѝ, вре́мѧ ѡ҆брѣ́занїѧ приспѣ̀, гла́съ го́рлицы слы́шанъ въ землѝ на́шей:
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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.	смо́квь и҆знесѐ цвѣ́тъ сво́й, вїногра́ди зрѣ́юще да́ша воню̀. Воста́ни, прїидѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, до́браѧ моѧ̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀, и҆ прїидѝ.
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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.	Ты̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀, въ покро́вѣ ка́меннѣ, бли́з̾ предстѣ́нїѧ: ꙗ҆ви́ ми зра́къ тво́й, и҆ оу҆слы́шанъ сотвори́ ми гла́съ тво́й: ꙗ҆́кѡ гла́съ тво́й сла́докъ, и҆ ѡ҆́бразъ тво́й красе́нъ.
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Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.	И҆ми́те на́мъ ли̑сы ма̑лыѧ, гꙋбѧ́щыѧ вїногра́ды: и҆ вїногра́ди на́ши созрѣва́ютъ.
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My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.	Бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, и҆ а҆́зъ є҆мꙋ̀, пасы́й въ крі́нахъ,
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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.	до́ндеже дхне́тъ де́нь, и҆ дви́гнꙋтсѧ сѣ̑ни. Ѡ҆брати́сѧ, оу҆подо́бисѧ ты̀, бра́те мо́й, се́рнѣ и҆лѝ мла́дꙋ є҆ле́ню на гора́хъ ю҆до́лїй.

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