Библия - Песня Песней, глава 7 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chapter 7

“Look around, look around, Sulamite! Look around, look around, - and we will look at you. " What do you look at Sulamite, like a dance of Manaim? Oh, how beautiful your legs are in sandals, the daughter is eminent! Rounding your thighs, like a necklace, the work of a skilled artist; Your stomach is a round bowl, [in which] fragrant wine is not exhausted; Your womb is a pile of wheat, furnished with lilies; Two nurses are like two goats, twins are sulfur; Your neck is like an ivory pillar; Your eyes are Esevonian lakes, which is at the gates of Batrabbim; Your nose is a Lebanese tower, facing Damascus; Your head is on you like a karmil, and your hair on your head is like a purple; The king is passionate about [your] curls. How beautiful you are, how attractive, lover, your pretty! This camp looks like a palm tree, and your chest is on grape brushes. I thought: I would have climbed into the palm tree, I would have grabbed her branches; And your breasts would be instead of grapes, and the smell from your nostrils, like from apples; Your mouth is like great wine. It flows directly to my friend, delights the mouth of the weary. I belong to my friend, and his desire is [turned]. Come, my beloved, we will go out in the field, we will stay in the villages; In the morning we will go to the vineyards, see if the grape vine blossomed, whether the kidneys opened, whether grenade apples bloomed; There I will provide my affection for you. The Mandrahores have already launched incense, and at our door all sorts of excellent fruits, new and old: [this] I saved for you, my beloved!