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Переклад Хоменка
New American Standard Bible
Куди пішов твій любий, найкраща між жінками? Куди звернув твій любий, щоб нам з тобою та його шукати?
Mutual Delight in Each Other
“Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
That we may seek him with you?”
“Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
That we may seek him with you?”
Мій любий зійшов у сад свій до грядок пахучих пасти в садах отару та лілеї рвати.
“My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of balsam,
To pasture his flock in the gardens
And gather lilies.
To the beds of balsam,
To pasture his flock in the gardens
And gather lilies.
Я — мого любого й мій любий — мій, він, що пасе отам поміж лілеями.
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who pastures his flock among the lilies.”
He who pastures his flock among the lilies.”
Гарна ти моя люба, наче Тірца, немов Єрусалим, принадна, грізна, немов загони з прапорами.
“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As awesome as an army with banners.
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As awesome as an army with banners.
Відверни від мене твої очі, бо вони мене чарують. Волосся твоє мов козяче стадо, що сходить із Гілеад-гір.
“Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have confused me;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Gilead.
For they have confused me;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Gilead.
Зуби твої, немов овець отара, що з купелі виходить. Кожний із них має свою пару, ані одному її не бракує.
“Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Немов розрізане надвоє яблуко-граната, твої скроні за твоїм покривалом.
“Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Behind your veil.
Шістдесят цариць і вісімдесят наложниць було, а дівчат без ліку, —
“There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
And maidens without number;
And maidens without number;
одна ж єдина моя голубка, моя досконала, єдина у матері своєї, улюблена тієї, що її вродила. Побачили її дівчата й величають, цариці й наложниці і тії її вихваляють:
But my dove, my perfect one, is unique:
She is her mother’s only daughter;
She is the pure child of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
She is her mother’s only daughter;
She is the pure child of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
«Хто це, що наче рання зоря, сходить, гарна, мов місяць, ясна, мов сонце, страшна, мов військові загони з прапорцями?»
‘Who is this that grows like the dawn,
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sun,
As awesome as an army with banners?’
As beautiful as the full moon,
As pure as the sun,
As awesome as an army with banners?’
В горіховий садок зійшов я, щоб подивитись на зелень у долині, щоб подивитись, чи виноград броститься, чи цвітуть яблуні ґранатові.
“I went down to the orchard of nut trees
To see the blossoms of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
Or the pomegranates had bloomed.
To see the blossoms of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
Or the pomegranates had bloomed.