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

Бра́тъ мо́й сни́де въ вертогра́дъ сво́й, въ мѣста̀ а҆рѡма̑тъ, па́ствити въ вертогра́дѣхъ и҆ собира́ти крі́ны.

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

А҆́зъ бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀ и҆ бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, пасы́й въ крі́нѣхъ.

³

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

³

Добра̀ є҆сѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ благоволе́нїе, красна̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мъ, оу҆́жасъ ꙗ҆́кѡ вчинє́нны.

⁴

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

⁴

Ѿвратѝ ѻ҆́чи твоѝ ѿ менє̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ ті́и воскрили́ша мѧ̀: вла́си твоѝ, ꙗ҆́кѡ стада̀ ко́зъ, ꙗ҆̀же взыдо́ша ѿ галаа́да:

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

зꙋ́бы твоѝ, ꙗ҆́кѡ стада̀ ѡ҆стриже́ныхъ, ꙗ҆̀же взыдо́ша ѿ кꙋпѣ́ли, всѧ̑ близнѧ́та родѧ́щыѧ, и҆ безча́дныѧ нѣ́сть въ ни́хъ: ꙗ҆́кѡ ве́рвь червле́на оу҆стнѣ̀ твоѝ, и҆ бесѣ́да твоѧ̀ красна̀:

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

ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆броще́нїе ши́пка лани̑ты твоѧ̑, кромѣ̀ замолча́нїѧ твоегѡ̀.

⁷

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

⁷

Шестьдесѧ́тъ сꙋ́ть цари́цъ и҆ ѻ҆́смьдесѧтъ нало́жницъ, и҆ ю҆́нотъ, и҆̀мже нѣ́сть числа̀:

⁸

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

⁸

є҆ди́на є҆́сть голꙋби́ца моѧ̀, соверше́ннаѧ моѧ̀: є҆ди́на є҆́сть ма́тери свое́й, и҆збра́нна є҆́сть роди́вшей ю҆̀: ви́дѣша ю҆̀ дщє́ри и҆ оу҆блажи́ша ю҆̀, цари̑цы и҆ налѡ́жницы, и҆ восхвали́ша ю҆̀.

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

Кто̀ сїѧ̀ проница́ющаѧ а҆́ки оу҆́тро, добра̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ лꙋна̀, и҆збра́нна ꙗ҆́кѡ со́лнце, оу҆́жасъ ꙗ҆́кѡ вчинє́нны;

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 вертогра́дъ ѻ҆рѣ́хѡвъ снидо́хъ ви́дѣти въ плодѣ́хъ пото́ка, ви́дѣти, а҆́ще процвѣтѐ вїногра́дъ и҆ возрасто́ша ши́пки.

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

Та́мѡ да́мъ сосца̑ моѧ̑ тебѣ̀: не разꙋмѣ̀ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, положи́ мѧ на колесни́цѣ а҆мїнада́вли.

¹²

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

¹²

Ѡ҆брати́сѧ, ѡ҆брати́сѧ, сꙋламі́тїно, ѡ҆брати́сѧ, ѡ҆брати́сѧ, и҆ оу҆́зримъ въ тебѣ̀.