Песнь 5
Священное Писание (Восточный перевод), версия для Таджикистана
Он:
5 – Я вошёл в сад мой, сестра моя, невеста моя;
я собрал мою мирру с пряностями моими,
поел моего мёда из сотов,
напился вина моего с молоком моим.
Молодые женщины:
– Ешьте, друзья, и пейте!
Пейте и насыщайтесь, возлюбленные!
Она:
2 – Я спала, но сердце моё бодрствовало.
Послушайте! Возлюбленный мой стучится:
«Открой мне, сестра моя, милая моя,
голубка моя, чистая моя.
Голова моя промокла от росы,
волосы мои – от ночной влаги».
3 Я уже сняла одежду свою,
как же мне снова одеться?
Я вымыла ноги свои,
как же мне снова их пачкать?
4 Возлюбленный мой просунул руку свою в скважину двери,
и сердце моё затрепетало.
5 Я поднялась, чтобы отпереть возлюбленному моему,
с рук моих капала мирра,
с пальцев моих капала мирра
на ручки замка.
6 Я открыла возлюбленному моему,
но его уже не было – он ушёл.
Сердце моё опечалилось из-за его ухода.[a]
Я искала его, но не нашла,
звала, но он не откликался.
7 Нашли меня стражи,
обходящие город.
Они избили меня, изранили
и забрали накидку мою,
стражи, стерегущие стены.
8 Дочери Иерусалима, я заклинаю вас,
если встретите возлюбленного моего,
передайте ему,
что я изнемогаю от любви.
Молодые женщины:
9 – Чем возлюбленный твой лучше других,
прекраснейшая из женщин?
Чем возлюбленный твой лучше других,
что ты заклинаешь нас так?
Она:
10 – Возлюбленный мой здоров и румян,
ему нет равных.[b]
11 Голова его – чистое золото;
волосы его – волнистые,
чёрные, как вороново крыло.
12 Глаза его, как голуби
при потоках вод,
купающиеся в молоке,
сидящие у стремнины.
13 Щёки его, словно грядки пряностей,
издающих аромат.
Губы его, словно лилии,
источающие мирру.
14 Руки его – золотые жезлы,
украшенные хризолитом.
Живот его, словно изделие из слоновой кости,
покрытое сапфирами.
15 Ноги его – мраморные столбы,
установленные на подножиях из чистого золота.
Его вид величествен, как горы Ливана,
изыскан, как ливанские кедры.
16 Уста его – сама сладость,
и всё в нём желанно.
Вот каков мой возлюбленный, вот каков мой друг,
о дочери Иерусалима!
Footnotes
- Песнь 5:6 Или: «Моё сердце чуть не выскочило, когда он говорил».
- Песнь 5:10 Букв.: «Он выделятся из десяти тысяч других».
Song of Solomon 5
Holman Christian Standard Bible
5 M I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
I gather[a] my myrrh with my spices.
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.
2 W I sleep, but my heart is awake.
A sound! My love is knocking!(B)
M Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.
3 W I have taken off my clothing.(C)
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
4 My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.
5 I rose to open for my love.
My hands dripped with myrrh,(D)
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my love,
but my love had turned and gone away.
I was crushed[c] that he had left.[d]
I sought him, but did not find him.(E)
I called him, but he did not answer.
7 The guards who go about the city found me.(F)
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak[e] from me—
the guardians of the walls.(G)
8 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you:(H)
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick.(I)
9 Y What makes the one you love better than another,
most beautiful of women?(J)
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?
10 W My love is fit and strong,[f](K)
notable among ten thousand.(L)
11 His head is purest gold.
His hair is wavy[g](M)
and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves(N)
beside streams of water,
washed in milk
and set like jewels.[h]
13 His cheeks(O) are like beds of spice,
towers of[i] perfume.
His lips are lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh.(P)
14 His arms[j] are rods of gold
set[k] with topaz.[l](Q)
His body[m] is an ivory panel
covered with sapphires.(R)
15 His legs are alabaster pillars
set on pedestals of pure gold.
His presence is like Lebanon,(S)
as majestic as the cedars.(T)
16 His mouth is sweetness.
He is absolutely desirable.(U)
This is my love, and this is my friend,
young women of Jerusalem.
Footnotes
- Song of Solomon 5:1 Lit pluck
- Song of Solomon 5:1 Or Drink your fill, lovers
- Song of Solomon 5:6 Lit My soul went out
- Song of Solomon 5:6 Or spoken
- Song of Solomon 5:7 Or veil, or shawl
- Song of Solomon 5:10 Or is radiant and ruddy
- Song of Solomon 5:11 Or is [like] palm leaves; Hb obscure
- Song of Solomon 5:12 Lit milk sitting in fullness
- Song of Solomon 5:13 LXX, Vg read spice, yielding
- Song of Solomon 5:14 Lit hands
- Song of Solomon 5:14 Lit filled; Sg 5:2,12
- Song of Solomon 5:14 Probably yellow topaz
- Song of Solomon 5:14 Lit abdomen
Song of Solomon 5
King James Version
5 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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