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They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into his closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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не зри'те мене ја%ко а'зъ е^смь ё^чрьмена, ја^ко при'зрњ мя слн~це” Сн~ове мт~ре моеа сваряхђся ѓ^ мнњ. положи'ша м^я стража ё^ виногра'дњхᲆ, винограда моего не сохранихъ”
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Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
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Възвњсти` м^и е^гоже възлюби` дш~а моя, гдњ пасе'ши и^ где ѓ^почи^ва'еши въ полђдне`. да не когда бђдђ ја%ко ѓ^блага'ющася по ста'дехъ дрђговъ твоиX.
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Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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Гла'съ бра'та мое^го, се` та'ко прїиде скача` на' горы и^ прескача` на хлъмы.
9
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
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цвњти ја^ви'шася на земли`, время эTрњзанїя приспњ. гла'съ го'рлицы слы'шанъ въ земли` на'шеи,
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The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he hearkened not to me.
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На ло'жи мое^мᲆ в нощи и^сках# е^гоже възлюби` дш~а моя. и^ска'хъ е^го и^ не ѓ^брњтохъ е^го, възва'хъ е^го и^ не послђша мене”
2
I will rise now, and go about in the city, in the market-places, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
2
въста'нђ ё^бо и^ ѓ^быидђ` въ' градњ, и^ на трᲆжищехъ и^ на стогнахъ, пои^щђ` е^гоже възлюви` дш~а моя. пои^ска'хъ е^го и^ не ѓ^брњто'хъ, зва'хъ и& и^ не послђша мене”
3
The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
It was as a little while after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
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.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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дон#деже д#хнеTтъ дн~ь, и^ подви'гнђтся сњни” Поидђ` къ горњ` сми'рнеи и ко хлъмђ лива'ньскђ”
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Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.
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Вся` добра` бли'жняя моя, и^ поро'ка нњсть в тебњ”
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.
Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
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Вᲆсᲄа'ни сњвере, и^ гряди` ю'же, и^ повњ'и въ ѓ^гра'де моеM, и^ да текTђ а^рома'ты твоа” Да сни'детъ бра'тъ мои въ ѓ^гра'дъ свои, и^ да ја%сть эT пло'да верха дђбо'ваго”
Chapter 5
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Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?
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.
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.
Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose as apples;
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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Прїиди бра'те мои, и^ꙁы'идевњ на село, въдвори'вњся въ селе'хъ”
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Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.
The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee.
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ман#драгоре да'ша во'ню е^го при две'рехъ на'ших#. вс^и пло'дове кра'я но'вая до веTхиX бра'те мои съблюдоX т^и”
Chapter 8
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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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вода` мно'га не мо'жетъ ё^гаси'ти любве, и^ рњ'ки не пото'пятъ е^я. а^ще да'сть мђж'ъ вс^е и^мњ'нїе свое въ любви, ё^ничиже'нїемъ ё^ничижа'тъ е^го”
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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?
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Сестра на'ша ма'ла и^ се'сцђ не и%мать. чт^о сътво'римъ сестрњ на'шеи въ дн~ь во'н#же а^ще гл~ати бђдетъ е'и”
9
If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
9
А$ще стњна е^сть съградиM на неи стрњхи сре'бряныя” а^ще две'ръ е^сть напи'шемъ на не'и дъскђ ке'дровђ”
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I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.