¹

Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? tell us, and we will seek him with thee.

¹

Брaтъ м0й сни1де въ вертогрaдъ св0й, въ мэстA ґрwм†тъ, пaствити въ вертогрaдэхъ и3 собирaти крjны.

²

My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

²

Ѓзъ брaту моемY и3 брaтъ м0й мнЁ, пасhй въ крjнэхъ.

³

I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.

³

ДобрA є3си2, бли1жнzz моS, ћкw благоволeніе, краснA ћкw їеrли1мъ, ќжасъ ћкw вчинє1нны.

⁴

Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁴

Tврати2 џчи твои2 t менє2, ћкw тjи воскрили1ша мS: влaси твои2, ћкw стадA к0зъ, ±же взыд0ша t галаaда:

⁵

Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁵

зyбы твои2, ћкw стадA њстрижeныхъ, ±же взыд0ша t купёли, вс‰ близнsта родsщыz, и3 безчaдныz нёсть въ ни1хъ: ћкw вeрвь червлeна ўстнЁ твои2, и3 бесёда твоS краснA:

⁶

Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.

⁶

ћкw њброщeніе ши1пка лани6ты тво‰, кромЁ замолчaніz твоегw2.

⁷

Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.

⁷

Шестьдесsтъ сyть цари1цъ и3 џсмьдесzтъ нал0жницъ, и3 ю4нотъ, и5мже нёсть числA:

⁸

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁸

є3ди1на є4сть голуби1ца моS, совершeннаz моS: є3ди1на є4сть мaтери своeй, и3збрaнна є4сть роди1вшей ю5: ви1дэша ю5 дщє1ри и3 ўблажи1ша ю5, цари6цы и3 налHжницы, и3 восхвали1ша ю5.

⁹

My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

⁹

Кто2 сіS проницaющаz ѓки ќтро, добрA ћкw лунA, и3збрaнна ћкw с0лнце, ќжасъ ћкw вчинє1нны;

¹⁰

Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹⁰

Въ вертогрaдъ nрёхwвъ снид0хъ ви1дэти въ плодёхъ пот0ка, ви1дэти, ѓще процвэтE віногрaдъ и3 возраст0ша ши1пки.

¹¹

I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

¹¹

Тaмw дaмъ сосц† мо‰ тебЁ: не разумЁ душA моS, положи1 мz на колесни1цэ ґмінадaвли.

¹²

There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

¹²

Њбрати1сz, њбрати1сz, суламjтіно, њбрати1сz, њбрати1сz, и3 ќзримъ въ тебЁ.