Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
Камо отиде брат твой, добрая в женах? Камо уклонися брат твой? И взыщем его с тобою.
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Брат мой сниде в вертоград свой, в места аромат, паствити в вертоградех и собирати крины.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Аз брату моему и брат мой мне, пасый в кринех.
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
Добра еси, ближняя моя, яко благоволение, красна яко Иерусалим, ужас яко вчиненны.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
Отврати очи твои от мене, яко тии воскрилиша мя: власи твои, яко стада коз, яже взыдоша от Галаада:
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
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 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
яко оброщение шипка ланиты твоя, кроме замолчания твоего.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
Шестьдесят суть цариц и осмьдесят наложниц, и юнот, имже несть числа:
9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
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 she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
Кто сия проницающая аки утро, добра яко луна, избранна яко солнце, ужас яко вчиненны?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
В вертоград орехов снидох видети в плодех потока, видети, аще процвете виноград и возрастоша шипки.
12 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
Тамо дам сосца моя тебе: не разуме душа моя, положи мя на колеснице Аминадавли.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.
Обратися, обратися, суламитино, обратися, обратися, и узрим в тебе. Что увидите у Суламитины? Приходящая яко лики полков,
