Song of Solomon 6
1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
Камо отиде брат твой, добрая в женах? Камо уклонися брат твой? И взыщем его с тобою.
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself 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, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Аз брату моему и брат мой мне, пасый в кринех.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Добра еси, ближняя моя, яко благоволение, красна яко Иерусалим, ужас яко вчиненны.
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Отврати очи твои от мене, яко тии воскрилиша мя: власи твои, яко стада коз, яже взыдоша от Галаада:
6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not 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 the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
яко оброщение шипка ланиты твоя, кроме замолчания твоего.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Шестьдесят суть цариц и осмьдесят наложниц, и юнот, имже несть числа:
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise 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] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
Кто сия проницающая аки утро, добра яко луна, избранна яко солнце, ужас яко вчиненны?
11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
В вертоград орехов снидох видети в плодех потока, видети, аще процвете виноград и возрастоша шипки.
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Тамо дам сосца моя тебе: не разуме душа моя, положи мя на колеснице Аминадавли.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
Обратися, обратися, суламитино, обратися, обратися, и узрим в тебе. Что увидите у Суламитины? Приходящая яко лики полков,
