Song of Solomon 5
1 I have 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. The friends speaking to the man and the woman Eat, friends; drink and be drunk with love.
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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying, “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one, for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the night's dampness.”
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 taken off my robe; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I get them dirty?”
Совлекохся ризы моея, како облекуся в ню? Умых нозе мои, како оскверню их?
4 My beloved put in his hand through the opening of the door latch, and my heart was stirred up for him.
Брат мой посла руку свою сквозе скважню, и чрево мое вострепета от него.
5 I got up to open the door for my beloved; my hands were dripping with myrrh, my fingers with moist myrrh, on the door handle.
Востах аз отверсти брату моему: руце мои искапаша смирну, персты мои смирны полны на руках заключения.
6 I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My heart sank when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.
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 found me as they were making their rounds in the city. They struck me and wounded me; the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.
Обретоша мя стражие обходящии во граде: биша мя, язвиша мя, взяша верхнюю ризу от мене стражие стеннии.
8 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that if you find my beloved— What will you make known to him?— that I am sick from love.
Заклях вы, дщери Иерусалимския, в силах и в крепостех селных: аще обрящете брата моего, возвестите ему, яко уязвлена любовию аз есмь.
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved man, most beautiful among women? Why is your beloved better than another beloved, that you ask us to take an oath like this?
Что брат твой паче брата, добрая в женах? Что брат твой от брата, яко тако закляла еси нас?
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Брат мой бел и чермен, избран от тем:
11 His head is the purest gold; his hair is curly and as black as a raven.
глава его злато избранно, власы его кудрявы, черны яко вран:
12 His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.
очи его яко голубицы на исполнениих вод, измовени во млеце, седящыя в наполнениих (вод):
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding aromatic scents. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.
ланиты его аки фиалы аромат, прозябающыя благовоние: устне его крины, каплющии смирну полну:
14 His arms are rounded gold set with jewels; his abdomen is ivory covered with sapphires.
руце его обточены златы, наполнены фарсиса: чрево его сосуд слоновый на камени сапфирове:
15 His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of pure gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
лыста его столпи марморовы, основани на степенех златых: вид его яко Ливан, избран яко кедрове:
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is completely lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
гортань его сладость, и весь желание: сей брат мой и сей ближний мой, дщери Иерусалимли.
