¹

Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.

¹

СE, є3си2 добрA, бли1жнzz моS, сE, є3си2 добрA: џчи твои2 голуби6нэ, кромЁ замолчaніz твоегw2: влaси твои2 ћкw стадA кози1цъ, ±же tкрhшасz t галаaда.

²

Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.

²

Зyбы твои2 ћкw стадA њстрижeныхъ, ±же и3зыд0ша и3з8 купёли, вс‰ двоеплHдны, и3 неродsщіz нёсть въ ни1хъ.

³

Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.

³

Ћкw вeрвь червлeна ўстнЁ твои2, и3 бесёда твоS краснA: ћкw њброщeніе ши1пка лани6ты тво‰, кромЁ замолчaніz твоегw2.

⁴

Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.

⁴

Ћкw ст0лпъ давjдовъ вhz твоS, с0зданъ въ fалпіHfэ: тhсzща щитHвъ ви1ситъ на нeмъ, вс‰ стрёлы си1льныхъ.

⁵

Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.

⁵

ДвA сосц† тво‰ ћкw двA млaда близнц† сeрны, пасHмаz во крjнахъ,

⁶

Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁶

д0ндеже дхнeтъ дeнь, и3 подви1гнутсz сBни. ПойдY себЁ къ горЁ смЂрнэй и3 къ х0лму лівaнску.

⁷

Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.

⁷

ВсS добрA є3си2, бли1жнzz моS, и3 пор0ка нёсть въ тебЁ.

⁸

Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁸

Грzди2 t лівaна, невёсто, грzди2 t лівaна: пріиди2 и3 прейди2 и3з8 начaла вёры, t главы2 санjра и3 ґермHна, t њгрaдъ льв0выхъ, t г0ръ пардалewвъ.

⁹

My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

⁹

Сeрдце нaше привлеклA є3си2, сестро2 моS невёсто, сeрдце нaше привлеклA є3си2 є3ди1нымъ t џчію твоє1ю, є3ди1нымъ мони1стомъ вhи твоеS.

¹⁰

How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!

¹⁰

Что2 ўдобрёста сосц† тво‰, сестро2 моS невёсто; что2 ўдобрёста сосц† тво‰ пaче вінA, и3 вонS ри1зъ твои1хъ пaче всёхъ ґрwм†тъ;

¹¹

Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.

¹¹

С0тъ и3скaпаютъ ўстнЁ твои2, невёсто, мeдъ и3 млеко2 под8 љзhкомъ твои1мъ, и3 благов0ніе ри1зъ твои1хъ ћкw благоухaніе лівaна.

¹²

My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.

¹²

Вертогрaдъ заключeнъ сестрA моS невёста, вертогрaдъ заключeнъ, и3ст0чникъ запечатлёнъ.

¹³

Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

¹³

Лётwрасли тво‰ сaдъ ши1пкwвъ съ плод0мъ ћблочнымъ, кЂпри съ нaрдами,

¹⁴

spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

¹⁴

нaрдъ и3 шафрaнъ, тр0сть и3 кіннамHнъ со всёми древaми лівaнскими, смЂрна, ґл0й со всёми пeрвыми мЂрами,

¹⁵

a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.

¹⁵

и3ст0чникъ вертогрaда, и3 клaдzзь воды2 жи1вы и3 и3стекaющіz t лівaна.

¹⁶

Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.

¹⁶

Востaни, сёвере, и3 грzди2, ю4же, и3 повёй во вертогрaдэ моeмъ, и3 да потекyтъ ґрwмaты мои2.