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The Young Shulammite Bride and Jerusalem’s Daughters
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
Нехай він цїлує мене поцїлунком уст своїх! Ласкавість бо твоя над вино солодша.
“May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine.
For your love is better than wine.
Любими пахощами пахне імя твоє, наче миро розлите, тим то дївицї тебе улюбили.
“Your oils have a pleasing fragrance,
Your name is like purified oil;
Therefore the maidens love you.
Your name is like purified oil;
Therefore the maidens love you.
Притягни мене 'д собі, — ми побіжимо за тобою; царь запровадить мене в палати свої, — будемо захвачуватись і радїте тобою, ласку твою над вино вихваляти; — о, не помилилися тим, що влюбили тебе!
“Draw me after you and let us run together!
The king has brought me into his chambers.”
“We will rejoice in you and be glad;
We will extol your love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you.”
The king has brought me into his chambers.”
“We will rejoice in you and be glad;
We will extol your love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you.”
Дочки Ерусалимські! я смуглява собі, та гарна, мов ті намети Кедарські, мов килими в Соломона.
“I am black but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the tents of Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.
O daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the tents of Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.
Ви не дивітесь, що я смуглява, — се сонце мене осмалило: Сини матері моєї погнївались на мене, заставили мене стерегти виноградник, — власного ж виноградника я не стерегла.
“Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,
For the sun has burned me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
They made me caretaker of the vineyards,
But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
For the sun has burned me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
They made me caretaker of the vineyards,
But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
З'ясуй же, душі моїй любий: де ти пасеш? де о півднї опочиваєш? чом блукатись менї коло отар товарішів твоїх?
“Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,
Where do you pasture your flock,
Where do you make it lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who veils herself
Beside the flocks of your companions?”
Where do you pasture your flock,
Where do you make it lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who veils herself
Beside the flocks of your companions?”
Як сього ти не знаєш, найкрасша між женщинами, то йди слїдом за вівцями й паси кізлята твої уз шатер, що пастухи собі понапинали.
Solomon, the Lover, Speaks
“If you yourself do not know,
Most beautiful among women,
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.
Ти, моя любо, в мене, мов та кобилиця в колесницї в Фараона, (згорда виступаєш).
“To me, my darling, you are like
My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
Прегарні щоки твої в ланцюжках, шия в тебе у коралях;
“Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
Your neck with strings of beads.”
Your neck with strings of beads.”
Ланцюжки золоті зробимо тобі з срібними кропками.
“We will make for you ornaments of gold
With beads of silver.”
With beads of silver.”
Доки царь був за столом своїм, видавав нард мій пахощі свої.
“While the king was at his table,
My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
Милий мій — мов китиця мирри, у мене на грудях,
“My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh
Which lies all night between my breasts.
Which lies all night between my breasts.
Милий мій у мене — мов гроно кипрове в виноградниках Енгадських.
“My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
In the vineyards of Engedi.”
In the vineyards of Engedi.”
Гарна ти, моя мила, о, яка ти гарна! очі в тебе гулубині.
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves.”
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves.”
А ти, мій любий — прехороший, уродливий! а постеля наша — мов трава зелена;