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Папір A4, книжкова орієнтація, поля «Немає», без колонтитулів, масштаб 100%. Сторінки йдуть підряд. Для двостороннього друку виберіть переворот по довгому краю.
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ΑΣΜΑ ἆσμάτων, ὅ ἐστι τῷ Σαλωμών.
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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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Φιλησάτω με ἀπὸ φιλημάτων στόματος αὐτοῦ, ὅτι ἀγαθοὶ μαστοί σου ὑπὲρ οἶνον,
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
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καὶ ὀσμὴ μύρων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα τὰ ἀρώματα· μῦρον ἐκκενωθὲν ὄνομά σου. διὰ τοῦτο νεάνιδες ἠγάπησάν σε,
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And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
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εἵλκυσάν σε, ὀπίσω σου εἰς ὀσμὴν μύρων σου δραμοῦμεν. εἰσήνεγκέ με ὁ βασιλεὺς εἰς τὸ ταμιεῖον αὐτοῦ. ἀγαλλιασώμεθα καὶ εὐφρανθῶμεν ἐν σοί· ἀγαπήσομεν μαστούς σου ὑπὲρ οἶνον· εὐθύτης ἠγάπησέ σε.
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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.
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μέλαινά εἰμι ἐγὼ καὶ καλή, θυγατέρες ῾Ιερουσαλήμ, ὡς σκηνώματα Κηδάρ, ὡς δέρρεις Σαλωμών.
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I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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μὴ βλέψητέ με ὅτι ἐγώ εἰμι μεμελανωμένη, ὅτι παρέβλεψέ με ὁ ἥλιος· υἱοὶ μητρός μου ἐμαχέσαντο ἐν ἐμοί, ἔθεντό με φυλάκισσαν ἐν ἀμπελῶσιν· ἀμπελῶνα ἐμὸν οὐκ ἐφύλαξα.
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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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ἀπάγγειλόν μοι ὃν ἠγάπησεν ἡ ψυχή μου, ποῦ ποιμαίνεις, ποῦ κοιτάζεις ἐν μεσημβρίᾳ, μήποτε γένωμαι ὡς περιβαλλομένη ἐπ᾿ ἀγέλαις ἑταίρων σου.
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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.
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ἐὰν μὴ γνῷς σεαυτήν, ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξίν, ἔξελθε σὺ ἐν πτέρναις τῶν ποιμνίων καὶ ποίμαινε τὰς ἐρίφους σου ἐπὶ σκηνώμασι τῶν ποιμένων.
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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.
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τῇ ἵππῳ μου ἐν ἅρμασι Φαραὼ ὡμοίωσά σε, ἡ πλησίον μου.
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I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
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τί ὡραιώθησαν σιαγόνες σου ὡς τρυγόνος, τράχηλός σου ὡς ὁρμίσκοι;
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How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
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ὁμοιώματα χρυσίου ποιήσομέν σοι μετὰ στιγμάτων τοῦ ἀργυρίου.
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We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
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ἕως οὗ ὁ βασιλεὺς ἐν ἀνακλίσει αὐτοῦ, νάρδος μου ἔδωκεν ὀσμὴν αὐτοῦ.
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So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
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ἀπόδεσμος τῆς στακτῆς ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοί, ἀνὰ μέσον τῶν μαστῶν μου αὐλισθήσεται.
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My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
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βότρυς τῆς κύπρου ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοί, ἐν ἀμπελῶσιν ᾿Εγγαδδί.
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My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
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ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή, ἡ πλησίον μου, ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή, ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραί.
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Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
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ἰδοὺ εἶ καλός, ὁ ἀδελφιδός μου, καί γε ὡραῖος· πρὸς κλίνῃ ἡμῶν σύσκιος,
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Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
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δοκοὶ οἴκων ἡμῶν κέδροι, φατνώματα ἡμῶν κυπάρισσοι.
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The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.