Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends. Drink, yea. Drink abundantly, O beloved.
Да снидет брат мои в вертоград свой и да яст плод овощий своих. Внидох в вертоград мой, сестро моя невесто: оымах смирну мою со ароматами моими, ядох хлеб мой с медом моим, пих вино мое с млеком моим. Ядите, ближнии, и пийте и упийтеся, братия.
2 I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
Аз сплю, а сердце мое бдит: глас брата моего ударяет в двери: отверзи ми, сестро моя, ближняя моя, голубице моя, совершенная моя: яко глава моя наполнися росы, и власи мои капель нощных.
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Совлекохся ризы моея, како облекуся в ню? Умых нозе мои, како оскверню их?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
Брат мой посла руку свою сквозе скважню, и чрево мое вострепета от него.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands drops with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
Востах аз отверсти брату моему: руце мои искапаша смирну, персты мои смирны полны на руках заключения.
6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Отверзох аз брату моему: брат мой прейде. Душа моя изыде в слово его: взысках его, и не обретох его: звах его, и не послуша мене.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They smote me, they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
Обретоша мя стражие обходящии во граде: биша мя, язвиша мя, взяша верхнюю ризу от мене стражие стеннии.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him that I am sick from love.
Заклях вы, дщери Иерусалимския, в силах и в крепостех селных: аще обрящете брата моего, возвестите ему, яко уязвлена любовию аз есмь.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou do so adjure us?
Что брат твой паче брата, добрая в женах? Что брат твой от брата, яко тако закляла еси нас?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
Брат мой бел и чермен, избран от тем:
11 His head is the most fine gold. His locks are bushy, black as a raven.
глава его злато избранно, власы его кудрявы, черны яко вран:
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, washed with milk, fitly set.
очи его яко голубицы на исполнениих вод, измовени во млеце, седящыя в наполнениих (вод):
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs. His lips are lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
ланиты его аки фиалы аромат, прозябающыя благовоние: устне его крины, каплющии смирну полну:
14 His hands are rings of gold set with beryl. His body is ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
руце его обточены златы, наполнены фарсиса: чрево его сосуд слоновый на камени сапфирове:
15 His legs are pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
лыста его столпи марморовы, основани на степенех златых: вид его яко Ливан, избран яко кедрове:
16 His mouth is most sweet. Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
гортань его сладость, и весь желание: сей брат мой и сей ближний мой, дщери Иерусалимли.
