Song of Solomon 8
1 Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,
Кто даст тя, брате мой, ссуща сосцы матере моея? Обретши тя вне целую тя, и ктому не уничижат мене.
2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my 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 [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Шуйца его под главою моею, и десница его оымет мя.
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!
Заклях вас, дщери Иерусалимския, в силах и в крепостех селных: аще подвижете и воздвижете любовь, дондеже аще восхощет.
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.
Кто сия восходящая убелена и утвержаема о брате своем? Под яблонею возбудих тя: тамо роди тя мати твоя, тамо поболе тобою рождшая тя.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (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 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.
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 little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
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 build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
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 as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
Аз стена, и сосцы мои яко столпи: аз бех во очию их аки обретающая мир.
11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
Виноград бысть Соломону во Вееламоне: даде виноград свой стрегущым: муж принесет в плоде его тысящу сребреник.
12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
Виноград мой предо мною: тысяща Соломону и двести стрегущым плод его.
13 The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Седяй в вертоградех, и друзие внемлющии гласу твоему: глас твой внуши мне.
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
Бежи, брате мой, и уподобися серне или юнцу еленей, на горы ароматов.
