Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
Кто даст тя, брате мой, ссуща сосцы матере моея? Обретши тя вне целую тя, и ктому не уничижат мене.
2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
Пойму тя, введу тя в дом матере моея и в ложницу заченшия мя: тамо мя научиши: напою тя от вина с вонями строенаго, от воды яблок моих.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
Шуйца его под главою моею, и десница его оымет мя.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Заклях вас, дщери Иерусалимския, в силах и в крепостех селных: аще подвижете и воздвижете любовь, дондеже аще восхощет.
5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
Кто сия восходящая убелена и утвержаема о брате своем? Под яблонею возбудих тя: тамо роди тя мати твоя, тамо поболе тобою рождшая тя.
6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
Положи мя яко печать на сердцы твоем, яко печать на мышце твоей: зане крепка яко смерть любы, жестока яко ад ревность: крила ея крила огня, (углие огненно) пламы ея. (Sheol h7585)
7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
Вода многа не может угасити любве, и реки не потопят ея. Аще даст муж все имение свое за любовь, уничижением уничижат его.
8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
Сестра наша мала и сосцу не имать: что сотворим сестре нашей в день, в оньже аще глаголатися будет ей?
9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
Аще стена есть, соградим на ней забрала сребряна: и аще дверь есть, напишем на ней дску кедрову.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
Аз стена, и сосцы мои яко столпи: аз бех во очию их аки обретающая мир.
11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
Виноград бысть Соломону во Вееламоне: даде виноград свой стрегущым: муж принесет в плоде его тысящу сребреник.
12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
Виноград мой предо мною: тысяща Соломону и двести стрегущым плод его.
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
Седяй в вертоградех, и друзие внемлющии гласу твоему: глас твой внуши мне.
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Бежи, брате мой, и уподобися серне или юнцу еленей, на горы ароматов.
