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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
Где эTи^де бра'тъ тво'и до'брая вᲆ женаX ка'мо приꙁрњ бра'тъ твои, и^ въꙁы'щемъ е^го с тобо'ю”
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
Бра'тъ мои сни'де въ ѓ^гра'дђ е^го. и^ въ мњ'ста а^рома'т#, па'ствити въ ѓ^гра'дех#, и^ събира'ти кри'ны.
3
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
3
а^ꙁъ бра'тђ мое^мђ и^ бра'тъ мои мнњ, пасы'и въ кри'нехъ”
4
Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.
4
до'брая и^ бли'жняя моя ја%ко бл~говоле'нїе, кра'сна ја%ко і^ерsлимъ. ё^жа'стъ ја%ко вчине'не.
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
ѓ^брати ѓ%чи твои прямо мнњ ја%ко тїи въскрили'ста м^я. вла'си твои ја%ко ста'дъ ко'ꙁїи^хъ и^же въꙁыидо'ша эT галаа'да.
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
ꙁђбы твои ја%ко ста'да постриже'ны и^же вꙁыидо'ша эT кђпели, вс^и блиꙁньствђющїи и^ бещаDныя нњсть в ни'хъ. ја%ко вервь червле'на ё^стнњ твои, и^ бесњ'да твоя кра'сна
7
Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.
7
ја^ко ѓ^броще'нїе ши'пка ја%блонь твоя, кро'мњ ꙁамолча'наго твое^го.
8
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
8
ћ~, сђть цр~ць, и^ п~, нало'жницъ, и^ ю'ноT и^мже нњсть числа.
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
е^ді'на е^сть голђби'ца моя, съврьше'ная моя е^сть ма'тери е^я`, и^збра'на роди'вшеи ю&. ви'дњша ю& дще'ри сїѓ^скїя и^ блsвиша ю&. цр~цы и^ нало'жницы въсхвали'ша ю&”
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
кт^о сїя приника'ющи ја%ко ё%тро, добра ја%ко лђна`, и^ꙁбра'н#на ја%ко слн~це, въ ё%жасти ја%ко вчине'на”
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
Въ ѓ^граD ѓ^рњховъ сᲆниде ви'дњти, и въ пло'ды пото'ка. ви'дњти а^ще въсцвњте винограD, и^ въꙁрасто'ша л^и ши'пки.
12
There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
12
та'мо даM сесца моя тебњ” Не раꙁђмњ дш~а моя, положи м^я на колесни'цы а^минода'вли”