Song of Solomon 5
1 I am 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 sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: '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 coat; 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 dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
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 turned away, and was gone. My soul 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 that 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, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
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 dost 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, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
Брат мой бел и чермен, избран от тем:
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and 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, and 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, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.
ланиты его аки фиалы аромат, прозябающыя благовоние: устне его крины, каплющии смирну полну:
14 His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.
руце его обточены златы, наполнены фарсиса: чрево его сосуд слоновый на камени сапфирове:
15 His legs are as 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.
