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Song of Solomon
New Living Translation → Елизаветинская Библия

This is Solomon’s song of songs, more wonderful than any other. Young Womana

Да ло́бжетъ мѧ̀ ѿ лобза́нїй ѹ҆́стъ свои́хъ: ѩ҆́кѡ бла҄га сосца҄ твоѧ҄ па́че вїна̀,

Kiss me and kiss me again, for your love is sweeter than wine.

и҆ вонѧ̀ мѵ́ра твоегѡ̀ па́че всѣ́хъ а҆рѡма҄тъ. Мѵ́ро и҆злїѧ́ное и҆́мѧ твоѐ: сегѡ̀ ра́ди ѻ҆трокови҄цы возлюби́ша тѧ̀.

How pleasing is your fragrance; your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils. No wonder all the young women love you!

Привлеко́ша тѧ̀: в̾слѣ́дъ тебє̀ въ воню̀ мѵ́ра твоегѡ̀ тече́мъ. Введе́ мѧ ца́рь въ ло́жницѹ свою̀: возра́дѹемсѧ и҆ возвесели́мсѧ ѡ҆ тебѣ̀, возлю́бимъ сосца҄ твоѧ҄ па́че вїна̀: пра́вость возлюби́ тѧ.

Take me with you; come, let’s run! The king has brought me into his bedroom. Young Women of Jerusalem How happy we are for you, O king. We praise your love even more than wine. Young Woman How right they are to adore you.

Черна̀ є҆́смь а҆́зъ и҆ добра̀, дщє́ри ї҆ер҇ли҄мскїѧ, ѩ҆́коже селє́нїѧ кида҄рска, ѩ҆́коже завѣ҄сы соломѡ҄ни.

I am dark but beautiful, O women of Jerusalem — dark as the tents of Kedar, dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.

Не зри́те менѐ, ѩ҆́кѡ а҆́зъ є҆́смь ѡ҆черне́на, ѩ҆́кѡ ѡ҆пали́ мѧ со́лнце: сы́нове ма́тере моеѧ̀ сварѧ́хѹсѧ ѡ҆ мнѣ̀, положи́ша мѧ̀ стра́жа въ вїногра́дѣхъ: вїногра́да моегѡ̀ не сохрани́хъ.

Don’t stare at me because I am dark — the sun has darkened my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they forced me to care for their vineyards, so I couldn’t care for myself — my own vineyard.

Возвѣстѝ мѝ, є҆го́же возлюбѝ дѹша̀ моѧ̀, гдѣ̀ пасе́ши; гдѣ̀ почива́еши въ полѹ́дне; да не когда̀ бѹ́дѹ ѩ҆́кѡ ѡ҆блага́ющаѧсѧ над̾ ста́ды дрѹгѡ́въ твои́хъ.

Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today? Where will you rest your sheep at noon? For why should I wander like a prostituteb among your friends and their flocks? Young Man

А҆́ще не ѹ҆вѣ́си са́мѹю тебѐ, до́браѧ въ жена́хъ, и҆зы́ди ты̀ въ пѧта́хъ па́ствъ и҆ пасѝ кѡ́злища твоѧ҄ ѹ҆ кѹ́щей па́стырскихъ.

If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman, follow the trail of my flock, and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.

Ко́нємъ мои҄мъ въ колесни́цѣхъ фараѡ́новыхъ ѹ҆подо́бихъ тѧ̀, бли́жнѧѧ моѧ̀.

You are as exciting, my darling, as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.

Что̀ ѹ҆кра́шєны лани҄ты твоѧ҄ ѩ҆́кѡ гѡ́рлицы, вы́ѧ твоѧ̀ ѩ҆́кѡ мѡни́сты;

How lovely are your cheeks; your earrings set them afire! How lovely is your neck, enhanced by a string of jewels.

подѡ́бїѧ зла́та сотвори́мъ тѝ съ пестрота́ми сребра̀.

We will make for you earrings of gold and beads of silver. Young Woman

До́ндеже (бѹ́детъ) ца́рь на восклоне́нїи свое́мъ, на́рдъ мо́й дадѐ воню̀ свою̀.

The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

Вѧза́нїе ста́кти бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀, посредѣ̀ сосцѹ҄ моє́ю водвори́тсѧ:

My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.

гре́знъ кѵ́провъ бра́тъ мо́й мнѣ̀ въ вїногра́дѣхъ є҆нга́ддовыхъ.

He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms from the vineyards of En-gedi. Young Man

Сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀, и҆́скреннѧѧ моѧ̀, сѐ, є҆сѝ добра̀: ѻ҆́чи твоѝ голѹби҄нѣ.

How beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves. Young Woman

Сѐ, є҆сѝ до́бръ, бра́тъ мо́й, и҆ є҆щѐ красе́нъ: ѻ҆́дръ на́шъ со ѡ҆сѣне́нїемъ,

You are so handsome, my love, pleasing beyond words! The soft grass is our bed;

прекла҄ди до́мѹ на́шегѡ ке́дровїи, дски҄ на́шѧ кѷпарї҄сныѧ.

fragrant cedar branches are the beams of our house, and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters.

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