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Song of Solomon	Пѣ́снь пѣ́сней

Chapter 1	Глава́ а҃

1	1
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.	Да ло́бжетъ мѧ̀ ѿ лобза́нїй оу҆́стъ свои́хъ: ꙗ҆́кѡ бла̑га сосца̑ твоѧ̑ па́че вїна̀,
2	2
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.	и҆ вонѧ̀ мѵ́ра твоегѡ̀ па́че всѣ́хъ а҆рѡма̑тъ. Мѵ́ро и҆злїѧ́ное и҆́мѧ твоѐ: сегѡ̀ ра́ди ѻ҆трокови̑цы возлюби́ша тѧ̀.
3	3
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.	Привлеко́ша тѧ̀: в̾слѣ́дъ тебє̀ въ воню̀ мѵ́ра твоегѡ̀ тече́мъ. Введе́ мѧ ца́рь въ ло́жницꙋ свою̀: возра́дꙋемсѧ и҆ возвесели́мсѧ ѡ҆ тебѣ̀, возлю́бимъ сосца̑ твоѧ̑ па́че вїна̀: пра́вость возлюби́ тѧ.
4	4
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.	Черна̀ є҆́смь а҆́зъ и҆ добра̀, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мскїѧ, ꙗ҆́коже селє́нїѧ кида̑рска, ꙗ҆́коже завѣ̑сы соломѡ̑ни.
5	5
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.	Не зри́те менѐ, ꙗ҆́кѡ а҆́зъ є҆́смь ѡ҆черне́на, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆пали́ мѧ со́лнце: сы́нове ма́тере моеѧ̀ сварѧ́хꙋсѧ ѡ҆ мнѣ̀, положи́ша мѧ̀ стра́жа въ вїногра́дѣхъ: вїногра́да моегѡ̀ не сохрани́хъ.
6	6
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.	Возвѣстѝ мѝ, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, гдѣ̀ пасе́ши; гдѣ̀ почива́еши въ полꙋ́дне; да не когда̀ бꙋ́дꙋ ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆блага́ющаѧсѧ над̾ ста́ды дрꙋгѡ́въ твои́хъ.
7	7
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.	А҆́ще не оу҆вѣ́си са́мꙋю тебѐ, до́браѧ въ жена́хъ, и҆зы́ди ты̀ въ пѧта́хъ па́ствъ и҆ пасѝ кѡ́злища твоѧ̑ оу҆ кꙋ́щей па́стырскихъ.
8	8
If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.	Ко́нємъ мои̑мъ въ колесни́цѣхъ фараѡ́новыхъ оу҆подо́бихъ тѧ̀, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀.
9	9
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.	Что̀ оу҆кра́шєны лани̑ты твоѧ̑ ꙗ҆́кѡ гѡ́рлицы, вы́ѧ твоѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ мѡни́сты;
10	10
How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!	подѡ́бїѧ зла́та сотвори́мъ тѝ съ пестрота́ми сребра̀.
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We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.	До́ндеже (бꙋ́детъ) ца́рь на восклоне́нїи свое́мъ, на́рдъ мо́й дадѐ воню̀ свою̀.
12	12
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.	Вѧза́нїе ста́кти бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, посредѣ̀ сосцꙋ̑ моє́ю водвори́тсѧ:
13	13
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.	гре́знъ кѵ́провъ бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀ въ вїногра́дѣхъ є҆нга́ддовыхъ.
14	14
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.	Сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀, и҆́скреннѧѧ моѧ̀, сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀: ѻ҆́чи твоѝ голꙋби̑нѣ.
15	15
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.	Сѐ, є҆сѝ до́бръ, бра́тъ мо́й, и҆ є҆щѐ красе́нъ: ѻ҆́дръ на́шъ со ѡ҆сѣне́нїемъ,
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Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.	прекла̑ди до́мꙋ на́шегѡ ке́дровїи, дски̑ на́шѧ кѷпарі̑сныѧ.
17
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Chapter 2	Глава́ в҃

1	1
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.	А҆́зъ цвѣ́тъ по́льный и҆ крі́нъ оу҆до́льный.
2	2
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.	Ꙗ҆́коже крі́нъ въ те́рнїи, та́кѡ и҆́скреннѧѧ моѧ̀ посредѣ̀ дще́рей.
3	3
As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ ꙗ҆́блонь посредѣ̀ древе́съ лѣсны́хъ, та́кѡ бра́тъ мо́й посредѣ̀ сынѡ́въ: под̾ сѣ́нь є҆гѡ̀ восхотѣ́хъ и҆ сѣдо́хъ, и҆ пло́дъ є҆гѡ̀ сла́докъ въ горта́ни мое́мъ.
4	4
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.	Введи́те мѧ̀ въ до́мъ вїна̀, вчини́те ко мнѣ̀ любо́вь:
5	5
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.	оу҆тверди́те мѧ̀ въ мѵ́рѣхъ, положи́те мѧ̀ во ꙗ҆́блоцѣхъ: ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆ѧ́звлена (є҆́смь) любо́вїю а҆́зъ.
6	6
His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.	Шꙋ́йца є҆гѡ̀ под̾ главо́ю мое́ю, и҆ десни́ца є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆б̾и́метъ мѧ̀.
7	7
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake my love, until he please.	Заклѧ́хъ ва́съ, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мли, въ си́лахъ и҆ крѣ́постехъ села̀: а҆́ще возста́вите и҆ возбꙋ́дите любо́вь, до́ндеже восхо́щетъ.
8	8
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.	Гла́съ бра́та моегѡ̀: сѐ, то́й и҆́детъ, скача̀ на го́ры и҆ прескача̀ на хо́лмы.
9	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.	Подо́бенъ є҆́сть бра́тъ мо́й се́рнѣ и҆лѝ мла́дꙋ є҆ле́ню на гора́хъ веѳи́льскихъ. Сѐ, се́й стои́тъ за стѣно́ю на́шею, проглѧ́даѧй ѻ҆ко́нцами, приница́ѧй сквозѣ̀ мрє́жи.
10	10
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.	Ѿвѣща́етъ бра́тъ мо́й и҆ глаго́летъ мнѣ̀: воста́ни, прїидѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, до́браѧ моѧ̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀.
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For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ сѐ, зима̀ пре́йде, до́ждь ѿи́де, ѿи́де себѣ̀:
12	12
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.	цвѣ́ти ꙗ҆ви́шасѧ на землѝ, вре́мѧ ѡ҆брѣ́занїѧ приспѣ̀, гла́съ го́рлицы слы́шанъ въ землѝ на́шей:
13	13
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.	смо́квь и҆знесѐ цвѣ́тъ сво́й, вїногра́ди зрѣ́юще да́ша воню̀. Воста́ни, прїидѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, до́браѧ моѧ̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀, и҆ прїидѝ.
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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.	Ты̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀, въ покро́вѣ ка́меннѣ, бли́з̾ предстѣ́нїѧ: ꙗ҆ви́ ми зра́къ тво́й, и҆ оу҆слы́шанъ сотвори́ ми гла́съ тво́й: ꙗ҆́кѡ гла́съ тво́й сла́докъ, и҆ ѡ҆́бразъ тво́й красе́нъ.
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Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.	И҆ми́те на́мъ ли̑сы ма̑лыѧ, гꙋбѧ́щыѧ вїногра́ды: и҆ вїногра́ди на́ши созрѣва́ютъ.
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My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.	Бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, и҆ а҆́зъ є҆мꙋ̀, пасы́й въ крі́нахъ,
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Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.	до́ндеже дхне́тъ де́нь, и҆ дви́гнꙋтсѧ сѣ̑ни. Ѡ҆брати́сѧ, оу҆подо́бисѧ ты̀, бра́те мо́й, се́рнѣ и҆лѝ мла́дꙋ є҆ле́ню на гора́хъ ю҆до́лїй.
Chapter 3	Глава́ г҃

1	1
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.	На ло́жи мое́мъ въ но́щехъ и҆ска́хъ, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, и҆ска́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не ѡ҆брѣто́хъ є҆гѡ̀: воззва́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не послꙋ́ша менѐ.
2	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.	Воста́нꙋ оу҆̀бо и҆ ѡ҆бы́дꙋ во гра́дѣ и҆ на то́ржищихъ и҆ на сто́гнахъ, и҆ поищꙋ̀, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀. Поиска́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не ѡ҆брѣто́хъ є҆гѡ̀: зва́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не послꙋ́ша менѐ.
3	3
The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?	Ѡ҆брѣто́ша мѧ̀ стрегꙋ́щїи, ѡ҆бходѧ́ще во гра́дѣ: ви́дѣсте ли, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀;
4	4
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.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ ма́лѡ є҆гда̀ преидо́хъ ѿ ни́хъ, до́ндеже ѡ҆брѣто́хъ, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀: оу҆держа́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не ѡ҆ста́вихъ є҆гѡ̀, до́ндеже введо́хъ є҆го̀ въ до́мъ ма́тере моеѧ̀ и҆ въ черто́гъ заче́ншїѧ мѧ̀.
5	5
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye rouse not nor awake my love, until he please.	Заклѧ́хъ ва́съ, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мскїѧ, въ си́лахъ и҆ въ крѣ́постехъ се́лныхъ: а҆́ще подви́жете и҆ воздви́жете любо́вь, до́ндеже а҆́ще восхо́щетъ.
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Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?	Кто̀ сїѧ̀ восходѧ́щаѧ ѿ пꙋсты́ни, ꙗ҆́кѡ стебло̀ ды́ма кадѧ́щее смѵ́рнꙋ и҆ лїва́нъ, ѿ всѣ́хъ благово́нїй мѷрова́рца;
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Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.	Сѐ, ѻ҆́дръ соломѡ́нь, шестьдесѧ́тъ си́льныхъ ѡ҆́крестъ є҆гѡ̀ ѿ си́льныхъ і҆и҃левыхъ,
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They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.	всѝ и҆мꙋ́ще ѻ҆рꙋ̑жїѧ, наꙋче́ни на бра́нь: мꙋ́жъ, ѻ҆рꙋ́жїе є҆гѡ̀ на бедрѣ̀ є҆гѡ̀ ѿ оу҆́жаса въ но́щехъ.
9	9
King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.	Ѻ҆́дръ сотворѝ себѣ̀ ца́рь соломѡ́нъ ѿ древе́съ лїва́нскихъ.
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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.	Столпы̀ є҆гѡ̀ сотворѝ срє́брѧны и҆ восклоне́нїе є҆гѡ̀ зла́то: восхо́дъ є҆гѡ̀ багрѧ́нъ, внꙋ́трь є҆гѡ̀ ка́менїе по́стлано, любо́вь ѿ дще́рей і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мскихъ.
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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.	Дщє́ри сїѡ̑ни, и҆зыди́те и҆ ви́дите въ царѝ соломѡ́нѣ въ вѣнцѣ̀, и҆́мже вѣнча̀ є҆го̀ ма́ти є҆гѡ̀ въ де́нь ѡ҆брꙋче́нїѧ є҆гѡ̀ и҆ въ де́нь весе́лїѧ се́рдца є҆гѡ̀.
Chapter 4	Глава́ д҃

1	1
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.	Сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀: ѻ҆́чи твоѝ голꙋби̑нѣ, кромѣ̀ замолча́нїѧ твоегѡ̀: вла́си твоѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ стада̀ кози́цъ, ꙗ҆̀же ѿкры́шасѧ ѿ галаа́да.
2	2
Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.	Зꙋ́бы твоѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ стада̀ ѡ҆стриже́ныхъ, ꙗ҆̀же и҆зыдо́ша и҆з̾ кꙋпѣ́ли, всѧ̑ двоеплѡ́дны, и҆ неродѧ́щїѧ нѣ́сть въ ни́хъ.
3	3
Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ ве́рвь червле́на оу҆стнѣ̀ твоѝ, и҆ бесѣ́да твоѧ̀ красна̀: ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆броще́нїе ши́пка лани̑ты твоѧ̑, кромѣ̀ замолча́нїѧ твоегѡ̀.
4	4
Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.	Ꙗ҆́кѡ сто́лпъ даві́довъ вы́ѧ твоѧ̀, со́зданъ въ ѳалпїѡ́ѳѣ: ты́сѧща щитѡ́въ ви́ситъ на не́мъ, всѧ̑ стрѣ́лы си́льныхъ.
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Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.	Два̀ сосца̑ твоѧ̑ ꙗ҆́кѡ два̀ мла́да близнца̑ се́рны, пасѡ́маѧ во крі́нахъ,
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Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.	до́ндеже дхне́тъ де́нь, и҆ подви́гнꙋтсѧ сѣ̑ни. Пойдꙋ̀ себѣ̀ къ горѣ̀ смѵ́рнѣй и҆ къ хо́лмꙋ лїва́нскꙋ.
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Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.	Всѧ̀ добра̀ є҆сѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, и҆ поро́ка нѣ́сть въ тебѣ̀.
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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.	Грѧдѝ ѿ лїва́на, невѣ́сто, грѧдѝ ѿ лїва́на: прїидѝ и҆ прейдѝ и҆з̾ нача́ла вѣ́ры, ѿ главы̀ сані́ра и҆ а҆ермѡ́на, ѿ ѡ҆гра́дъ льво́выхъ, ѿ го́ръ пардале́ѡвъ.
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My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.	Се́рдце на́ше привлекла̀ є҆сѝ, сестро̀ моѧ̀ невѣ́сто, се́рдце на́ше привлекла̀ є҆сѝ є҆ди́нымъ ѿ ѻ҆́чїю твоє́ю, є҆ди́нымъ мони́стомъ вы́и твоеѧ̀.
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How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!	Что̀ оу҆добрѣ́ста сосца̑ твоѧ̑, сестро̀ моѧ̀ невѣ́сто; что̀ оу҆добрѣ́ста сосца̑ твоѧ̑ па́че вїна̀, и҆ вонѧ̀ ри́зъ твои́хъ па́че всѣ́хъ а҆рѡма̑тъ;
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Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.	Со́тъ и҆ска́паютъ оу҆стнѣ̀ твоѝ, невѣ́сто, ме́дъ и҆ млеко̀ под̾ ѧ҆зы́комъ твои́мъ, и҆ благово́нїе ри́зъ твои́хъ ꙗ҆́кѡ благоꙋха́нїе лїва́на.
12	12
My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.	Вертогра́дъ заключе́нъ сестра̀ моѧ̀ невѣ́ста, вертогра́дъ заключе́нъ, и҆сто́чникъ запечатлѣ́нъ.
13	13
Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:	Лѣ́тѡрасли твоѧ̑ са́дъ ши́пкѡвъ съ плодо́мъ ꙗ҆́блочнымъ, кѵ́при съ на́рдами,
14	14
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:	на́рдъ и҆ шафра́нъ, тро́сть и҆ кїннамѡ́нъ со всѣ́ми древа́ми лїва́нскими, смѵ́рна, а҆ло́й со всѣ́ми пе́рвыми мѵ́рами,
15	15
a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.	и҆сто́чникъ вертогра́да, и҆ кла́дѧзь воды̀ жи́вы и҆ и҆стека́ющїѧ ѿ лїва́на.
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Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.	Воста́ни, сѣ́вере, и҆ грѧдѝ, ю҆́же, и҆ повѣ́й во вертогра́дѣ мое́мъ, и҆ да потекꙋ́тъ а҆рѡма́ты моѝ.
Chapter 5	Глава́ є҃

1	1
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.	Да сни́детъ бра́тъ моѝ въ вертогра́дъ сво́й и҆ да ꙗ҆́стъ пло́дъ ѻ҆во́щїй свои́хъ. Внидо́хъ въ вертогра́дъ мо́й, сестро̀ моѧ̀ невѣ́сто: ѡ҆б̾има́хъ смѵ́рнꙋ мою̀ со а҆рѡма́тами мои́ми, ꙗ҆до́хъ хлѣ́бъ мо́й съ ме́домъ мои́мъ, пи́хъ вїно̀ моѐ съ млеко́мъ мои́мъ. Ꙗ҆ди́те, бли́жнїи, и҆ пі́йте и҆ оу҆пі́йтесѧ, бра́тїѧ.
2	2
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.	А҆́зъ сплю̀, а҆ се́рдце моѐ бди́тъ: гла́съ бра́та моегѡ̀ оу҆дарѧ́етъ въ двє́ри: ѿве́рзи мѝ, сестро̀ моѧ̀, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, голꙋби́це моѧ̀, соверше́ннаѧ моѧ̀: ꙗ҆́кѡ глава̀ моѧ̀ напо́лнисѧ росы̀, и҆ вла́си моѝ ка́пель нощны́хъ.
3	3
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?	Совлеко́хсѧ ри́зы моеѧ̀, ка́кѡ ѡ҆блекꙋ́сѧ въ ню̀; оу҆мы́хъ но́зѣ моѝ, ка́кѡ ѡ҆скверню̀ и҆̀хъ;
4	4
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly was moved for him.	Бра́тъ мо́й посла̀ рꙋ́кꙋ свою̀ сквозѣ̀ сква́жню, и҆ чре́во моѐ вострепета̀ ѿ негѡ̀.
5	5
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.	Воста́хъ а҆́зъ ѿве́рсти бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀: рꙋ́цѣ моѝ и҆ска́паша смѵ́рнꙋ, пе́рсты моѝ смѵ́рны пѡ́лны на рꙋка́хъ заключе́нїѧ.
6	6
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.	Ѿверзо́хъ а҆́зъ бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀: бра́тъ мо́й пре́йде. Дꙋша̀ моѧ̀ и҆зы́де въ сло́во є҆гѡ̀: взыска́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не ѡ҆брѣто́хъ є҆гѡ̀: зва́хъ є҆го̀, и҆ не послꙋ́ша менѐ.
7	7
The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.	Ѡ҆брѣто́ша мѧ̀ стра́жїе ѡ҆бходѧ́щїи во гра́дѣ: би́ша мѧ̀, ꙗ҆зви́ша мѧ̀, взѧ́ша ве́рхнюю ри́зꙋ ѿ менє̀ стра́жїе стѣ́ннїи.
8	8
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.	Заклѧ́хъ вы̀, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мскїѧ, въ си́лахъ и҆ въ крѣ́постехъ се́лныхъ: а҆́ще ѡ҆брѧ́щете бра́та моего̀, возвѣсти́те є҆мꙋ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆ѧ́звлена любо́вїю а҆́зъ є҆́смь.
9	9
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?	Что̀ бра́тъ тво́й па́че бра́та, до́браѧ въ жена́хъ; что̀ бра́тъ тво́й ѿ бра́та, ꙗ҆́кѡ та́кѡ заклѧ́ла є҆сѝ на́съ;
10	10
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.	Бра́тъ мо́й бѣ́лъ и҆ че́рменъ, и҆збра́нъ ѿ те́мъ:
11	11
His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.	глава̀ є҆гѡ̀ зла́то и҆збра́нно, власы̀ є҆гѡ̀ кꙋдрѧ̑вы, чє́рны ꙗ҆́кѡ вра́нъ:
12	12
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.	ѻ҆́чи є҆гѡ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ голꙋби̑цы на и҆сполне́нїихъ во́дъ, и҆змове́ни во млецѣ̀, сѣдѧ́щыѧ въ наполне́нїихъ (во́дъ):
13	13
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.	лани̑ты є҆гѡ̀ а҆́ки фїа́лы а҆рѡма̑тъ, прозѧба́ющыѧ благово́нїе: оу҆стнѣ̀ є҆гѡ̀ крі́ны, ка́плющїи смѵ́рнꙋ по́лнꙋ:
14	14
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.	рꙋ́цѣ є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆бто́чєны зла̑ты, напо́лнєны ѳарсі́са: чре́во є҆гѡ̀ сосꙋ́дъ слоно́вый на ка́мени сапфі́ровѣ:
15	15
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.	лы̑ста є҆гѡ̀ столпѝ ма́рморѡвы, ѡ҆снова́ни на степе́нехъ златы́хъ: ви́дъ є҆гѡ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ лїва́нъ, и҆збра́нъ ꙗ҆́кѡ ке́дрове:
16	16
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.	горта́нь є҆гѡ̀ сла́дость, и҆ ве́сь жела́нїе: се́й бра́тъ мо́й и҆ се́й бли́жнїй мо́й, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мли.
Chapter 6	Глава́ ѕ҃

1	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.	Бра́тъ мо́й сни́де въ вертогра́дъ сво́й, въ мѣста̀ а҆рѡма̑тъ, па́ствити въ вертогра́дѣхъ и҆ собира́ти крі́ны.
2	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.	А҆́зъ бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀ и҆ бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, пасы́й въ крі́нѣхъ.
3	3
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.	Добра̀ є҆сѝ, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ благоволе́нїе, красна̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мъ, оу҆́жасъ ꙗ҆́кѡ вчинє́нны.
4	4
Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.	Ѿвратѝ ѻ҆́чи твоѝ ѿ менє̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ ті́и воскрили́ша мѧ̀: вла́си твоѝ, ꙗ҆́кѡ стада̀ ко́зъ, ꙗ҆̀же взыдо́ша ѿ галаа́да:
5	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.	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	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.	ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆броще́нїе ши́пка лани̑ты твоѧ̑, кромѣ̀ замолча́нїѧ твоегѡ̀.
7	7
Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.	Шестьдесѧ́тъ сꙋ́ть цари́цъ и҆ ѻ҆́смьдесѧтъ нало́жницъ, и҆ ю҆́нотъ, и҆̀мже нѣ́сть числа̀:
8	8
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.	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	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.	Кто̀ сїѧ̀ проница́ющаѧ а҆́ки оу҆́тро, добра̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ лꙋна̀, и҆збра́нна ꙗ҆́кѡ со́лнце, оу҆́жасъ ꙗ҆́кѡ вчинє́нны;
10	10
Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?	Въ вертогра́дъ ѻ҆рѣ́хѡвъ снидо́хъ ви́дѣти въ плодѣ́хъ пото́ка, ви́дѣти, а҆́ще процвѣтѐ вїногра́дъ и҆ возрасто́ша ши́пки.
11	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.	Та́мѡ да́мъ сосца̑ моѧ̑ тебѣ̀: не разꙋмѣ̀ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, положи́ мѧ на колесни́цѣ а҆мїнада́вли.
12	12
There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.	Ѡ҆брати́сѧ, ѡ҆брати́сѧ, сꙋламі́тїно, ѡ҆брати́сѧ, ѡ҆брати́сѧ, и҆ оу҆́зримъ въ тебѣ̀.
Chapter 7	Глава́ з҃

1	1
Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.	Что̀ оу҆ви́дите оу҆ сꙋламі́тїны; приходѧ́щаѧ ꙗ҆́кѡ ли́ки полкѡ́въ, что̀ оу҆краси́шасѧ стѡпы̀ твоѧ̑ во ѡ҆бꙋ́тїихъ твои́хъ, дщѝ нада́влѧ; чи́ны бедрꙋ̑ твоє́ю подо́бни оу҆серѧ́зємь, дѣ́лꙋ рꙋ́къ хꙋдо́жника:
2	2
Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thy thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.	пꙋ́пъ тво́й ча́ша и҆сточе́на, не лиша́емаѧ мста̀: чре́во твоѐ ꙗ҆́кѡ сто́гъ пшени́цы, ѡ҆гражде́нъ въ крі́нахъ:
3	3
Thy navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.	два̀ сосца̑ твоѧ̑, ꙗ҆́кѡ два̀ мла̑да близнецы̀ се́рны:
4	4
Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.	вы́ѧ твоѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ сто́лпъ слоно́вый: ѻ҆́чи твоѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ є҆зе́ра во є҆севѡ́нѣ, во врата́хъ дще́рей мно́гихъ: но́съ тво́й ꙗ҆́кѡ сто́лпъ лїва́нскїй, сматрѧ́ѧй лицѐ дама́ска:
5	5
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.	глава̀ твоѧ̀ на тебѣ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ карми́лъ (гора̀), и҆ заплете́нїе главы̀ твоеѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ багрѧни́ца, ца́рь оу҆вѧ́занъ въ прериста́нїих.
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Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.	Что̀ оу҆краси́ласѧ є҆сѝ, и҆ что̀ оу҆слади́ласѧ є҆сѝ, любы̀, во сла́достехъ твои́хъ;
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How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, my love!	Сїѐ вели́чество твоѐ: оу҆подо́биласѧ є҆сѝ фі́нїкꙋ, и҆ сосца̑ твоѧ̑ грезнѡ́мъ.
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This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters.	Реко́хъ: взы́дꙋ на фі́нїкъ, оу҆держꙋ̀ высотꙋ̀ є҆гѡ̀: и҆ бꙋ́дꙋтъ сосцы̀ твоѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ гре́знове вїногра́да, и҆ вонѧ̀ ноздре́й твои́хъ ꙗ҆́кѡ ꙗ҆́блѡка:
9	9
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;	и҆ горта́нь тво́й ꙗ҆́кѡ вїно̀ бла́го, ходѧ́щее бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀ въ пра́вость, дово́лно оу҆стна́мъ мои̑мъ и҆ зꙋбѡ́мъ.
10	10
and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.	А҆́зъ бра́тꙋ моемꙋ̀, и҆ ко мнѣ̀ ѡ҆браще́нїе є҆гѡ̀.
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I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.	Прїидѝ, бра́те мо́й, и҆ взы́демъ на село̀, водвори́мсѧ въ се́лѣхъ:
12	12
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.	оу҆ра́нимъ въ вїногра́ды, оу҆ви́димъ а҆́ще процвѣтѐ вїногра́дъ, процвѣто́ша ли ѻ҆во́щїе, процвѣто́ша ли ꙗ҆́блѡка; та́мѡ да́мъ тебѣ̀ сосца̑ моѧ̑.
13	13
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.	Мандраго́ры да́ша воню̀, и҆ при две́рехъ на́шихъ всѝ плоды̀ но́вїи: до ве́тхихъ, бра́те мо́й, соблюдо́хъ тѝ.
14
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.
Chapter 8	Глава́ и҃

1	1
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.	Кто̀ да́стъ тѧ̀, бра́те мо́й, ссꙋ́ща сосцы̀ ма́тере моеѧ̀; ѡ҆брѣ́тши тѧ̀ внѣ̀ цѣлꙋ́ю тѧ̀, и҆ ктомꙋ̀ не оу҆ничижа́тъ менѐ.
2	2
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.	Поймꙋ̀ тѧ̀, введꙋ̀ тѧ̀ въ до́мъ ма́тере моеѧ̀ и҆ въ ло́жницꙋ заче́ншїѧ мѧ̀: та́мѡ мѧ̀ наꙋчи́ши: напою́ тѧ ѿ вїна̀ съ вонѧ́ми стро́енагѡ, ѿ воды̀ ꙗ҆́блѡкъ мои́хъ.
3	3
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.	Шꙋ́йца є҆гѡ̀ под̾ главо́ю мое́ю, и҆ десни́ца є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆б̾и́метъ мѧ̀.
4	4
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.	Заклѧ́хъ ва́съ, дщє́ри і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑мскїѧ, въ си́лахъ и҆ въ крѣ́постехъ се́лныхъ: а҆́ще подви́жете и҆ воздви́жете любо́вь, до́ндеже а҆́ще восхо́щетъ.
5	5
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.	Кто̀ сїѧ̀ восходѧ́щаѧ оу҆бѣле́на и҆ оу҆твержа́ема ѡ҆ бра́тѣ свое́мъ; под̾ ꙗ҆́блонею возбꙋди́хъ тѧ̀: та́мѡ родѝ тѧ̀ ма́ти твоѧ̀, та́мѡ поболѣ̀ тобо́ю ро́ждшаѧ тѧ̀.
6	6
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.	Положи́ мѧ ꙗ҆́кѡ печа́ть на се́рдцы твое́мъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ печа́ть на мы́шцѣ твое́й: занѐ крѣпка̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ сме́рть любы̀, же́стока ꙗ҆́кѡ а҆́дъ ре́вность: кри́ла є҆ѧ̀ кри́ла ѻ҆гнѧ̀, (оу҆́глїе ѻ҆́гненно) пла́мы є҆ѧ̀.
7	7
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.	Вода̀ мно́га не мо́жетъ оу҆гаси́ти любвѐ, и҆ рѣ́ки не потопѧ́тъ є҆ѧ̀. А҆́ще да́стъ мꙋ́жъ всѐ и҆мѣ́нїе своѐ за любо́вь, оу҆ничиже́нїемъ оу҆ничижа́тъ є҆го̀.
8	8
Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?	Сестра̀ на́ша мала̀ и҆ сосцꙋ̑ не и҆́мать: что̀ сотвори́мъ сестрѣ̀ на́шей въ де́нь, въ ѻ҆́ньже а҆́ще глаго́латисѧ бꙋ́детъ є҆́й;
9	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.	А҆́ще стѣна̀ є҆́сть, согради́мъ на не́й забра̑ла срє́брѧна: и҆ а҆́ще две́рь є҆́сть, напи́шемъ на не́й дскꙋ̀ ке́дровꙋ.
10	10
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.	А҆́зъ стѣна̀, и҆ сосцы̀ моѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ столпѝ: а҆́зъ бѣ́хъ во ѻ҆́чїю и҆́хъ а҆́ки ѡ҆брѣта́ющаѧ ми́ръ.
11	11
Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.	Вїногра́дъ бы́сть соломѡ́нꙋ во вееламѡ́нѣ: дадѐ вїногра́дъ сво́й стрегꙋ́щымъ: мꙋ́жъ принесе́тъ въ плодѣ̀ є҆гѡ̀ ты́сѧщꙋ сре́брєникъ.
12	12
My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.	Вїногра́дъ мо́й предо мно́ю: ты́сѧща соломѡ́нꙋ и҆ двѣ́сти стрегꙋ́щымъ пло́дъ є҆гѡ̀.
13	13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear it.	Сѣдѧ́й въ вертогра́дѣхъ, и҆ дрꙋ́зїе вне́млющїи гла́сꙋ твоемꙋ̀: гла́съ тво́й внꙋшѝ мнѣ̀.
14	14
Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.	Бѣжѝ, бра́те мо́й, и҆ оу҆подо́бисѧ се́рнѣ и҆лѝ ю҆нцꙋ̀ є҆ле́ней, на го́ры а҆рѡма́тѡвъ.

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