Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
На ложи моем в нощех исках, егоже возлюби душа моя, исках его, и не обретох его: воззвах его, и не послуша мене.
2 Now let me rise, and go around the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul has loved! I sought him, and I did not find him.
Востану убо и обыду во граде и на торжищих и на стогнах, и поищу, егоже возлюби душа моя. Поисках его, и не обретох его: звах его, и не послуша мене.
3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Обретоша мя стрегущии, обходяще во граде: видесте ли, егоже возлюби душа моя?
4 But I passed on a little from them, Until I found him whom my soul has loved! I seized him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him to the house of my mother—And the chamber of her that conceived me.
Яко мало егда преидох от них, дондеже обретох, егоже возлюби душа моя: удержах его, и не оставих его, дондеже введох его в дом матере моея и в чертог заченшия мя.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
Заклях вас, дщери Иерусалимския, в силах и в крепостех селных: аще подвижете и воздвижете любовь, дондеже аще восхощет.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Кто сия восходящая от пустыни, яко стебло дыма кадящее смирну и ливан, от всех благовоний мироварца?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Се, одр Соломонь, шестьдесят сильных окрест его от сильных Израилевых,
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
вси имуще оружия, научени на брань: муж, оружие его на бедре его от ужаса в нощех.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Одр сотвори себе царь Соломон от древес Ливанских.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Столпы его сотвори сребряны и восклонение его злато: восход его багрян, внутрь его камение постлано, любовь от дщерей Иерусалимских.
11 Go forth, and look, you daughters of Zion, On King Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Дщери Сиони, изыдите и видите в цари Соломоне в венце, имже венча его мати его в день обручения его и в день веселия сердца его.
