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Chapter 8
English (Brenton–Byzantine)
Церковнослов'янською
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I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, they should not despise me.
I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple-tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she that bore thee brought thee forth.
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof.
Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, men would utterly despise it.
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ВодA мн0га не м0жетъ ўгаси1ти любвE, и3 рёки не потопsтъ є3S. Ѓще дaстъ мyжъ всE и3мёніе своE за люб0вь, ўничижeніемъ ўничижaтъ є3го2.
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Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?