Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but 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 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but 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 who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
Обретоша мя стрегущии, обходяще во граде: видесте ли, егоже возлюби душа моя?
4 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her who 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Заклях вас, дщери Иерусалимския, в силах и в крепостех селных: аще подвижете и воздвижете любовь, дондеже аще восхощет.
6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
Кто сия восходящая от пустыни, яко стебло дыма кадящее смирну и ливан, от всех благовоний мироварца?
7 Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
Се, одр Соломонь, шестьдесят сильных окрест его от сильных Израилевых,
8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
вси имуще оружия, научени на брань: муж, оружие его на бедре его от ужаса в нощех.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
Одр сотвори себе царь Соломон от древес Ливанских.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from 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, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness 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.
