Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Камо отиде брат твой, добрая в женах? Камо уклонися брат твой? И взыщем его с тобою.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Брат мой сниде в вертоград свой, в места аромат, паствити в вертоградех и собирати крины.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Аз брату моему и брат мой мне, пасый в кринех.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Добра еси, ближняя моя, яко благоволение, красна яко Иерусалим, ужас яко вчиненны.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Отврати очи твои от мене, яко тии воскрилиша мя: власи твои, яко стада коз, яже взыдоша от Галаада:
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
зубы твои, яко стада остриженых, яже взыдоша от купели, вся близнята родящыя, и безчадныя несть в них: яко вервь червлена устне твои, и беседа твоя красна:
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
яко оброщение шипка ланиты твоя, кроме замолчания твоего.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Шестьдесят суть цариц и осмьдесят наложниц, и юнот, имже несть числа:
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
едина есть голубица моя, совершенная моя: едина есть матери своей, избранна есть родившей ю: видеша ю дщери и ублажиша ю, царицы и наложницы, и восхвалиша ю.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Кто сия проницающая аки утро, добра яко луна, избранна яко солнце, ужас яко вчиненны?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
В вертоград орехов снидох видети в плодех потока, видети, аще процвете виноград и возрастоша шипки.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Тамо дам сосца моя тебе: не разуме душа моя, положи мя на колеснице Аминадавли.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Обратися, обратися, суламитино, обратися, обратися, и узрим в тебе. Что увидите у Суламитины? Приходящая яко лики полков,
