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 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 1Àå / Song_of_Solomon

1:1 ¼Ö·Î¸óÀÇ ¾Æ°¡¶ó

1:1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

1:2 ¡Û ³»°Ô ÀÔ¸ÂÃ߱⸦ ¿øÇÏ´Ï ³× »ç¶ûÀÌ Æ÷µµÁÖº¸´Ù ³ªÀ½À̷α¸³ª

1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.

1:3 ³× ±â¸§ÀÌ Çâ±â·Î¿Í ¾Æ¸§´ä°í ³× À̸§ÀÌ ½ñÀº Çâ±â¸§ °°À¸¹Ç·Î ó³àµéÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ »ç¶ûÇϴ±¸³ª

1:3 Because of the savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

1:4 ¿ÕÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ħ±ÃÀ¸·Î À̲ø¾î µéÀÌ½Ã´Ï ³Ê´Â ³ª¸¦ ÀεµÇ϶ó ¿ì¸®°¡ ³Ê¸¦ µû¶ó ´Þ·Á°¡¸®¶ó ¿ì¸®°¡ ³Ê¸¦ ÀÎÇÏ¿© ±â»µÇϸç Áñ°Å¿öÇÏ´Ï ³× »ç¶ûÀÌ Æ÷µµÁÖ¿¡¼­ Áö³²À̶ó ó³àµéÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ »ç¶ûÇÔÀÌ ¸¶¶¥Çϴ϶ó

1:4 Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

1:5 ¡Û ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ³»°¡ ºñ·Ï °ËÀ¸³ª ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ì´Ï °è´ÞÀÇ À帷 °°À»Áö¶óµµ ¼Ö·Î¸óÀÇ ÈÖÀå°úµµ °°±¸³ª

1:5 I am black, but comely, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

1:6 ³»°¡ Àϱ¤¿¡ Âؾ °Å¹«½º¸§ ÇÒÁö¶óµµ Èê°Üº¸Áö ¸» °ÍÀº ³» ¾î¹ÌÀÇ ¾ÆµéµéÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ³ëÇÏ¿© Æ÷µµ¿øÁö±â¸¦ »ï¾ÒÀ½ÀÌ¶ó ³ªÀÇ Æ÷µµ¿øÀº ³»°¡ ÁöÅ°Áö ¸øÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

1:6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

1:7 ³» ¸¶À½¿¡ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¾ß ³ÊÀÇ ¾ç ¶¼ ¸ÔÀÌ´Â °÷°ú ¿ÀÁ¤¿¡ ½¬°Ô ÇÏ´Â °÷À» ³»°Ô °íÇÏ¶ó ³»°¡ ³× µ¿¹« ¾ç ¶¼ °ç¿¡¼­ ¾îÂî ¾ó±¼À» °¡¸®¿î ÀÚ °°ÀÌ µÇ·ª

1:7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

1:8 ¡Û ¿©ÀÎ Áß¿¡ ¾î¿©»Û ÀÚ¾ß ³×°¡ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇÏ°Ú°Åµç ¾ç ¶¼ÀÇ ¹ßÀÚÃ븦 µû¶ó ¸ñÀÚµéÀÇ À帷 °ç¿¡¼­ ³ÊÀÇ ¿°¼Ò »õ³¢¸¦ ¸ÔÀÏÁö´Ï¶ó

1:8 If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

1:9 ¡Û ³» »ç¶û¾Æ ³»°¡ ³Ê¸¦ ¹Ù·ÎÀÇ º´°ÅÀÇ Áظ¶¿¡ ºñÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

1:9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

1:10 ³× µÎ »´Àº ¶¦Àº ¸Ó¸®ÅзÎ, ³× ¸ñÀº ±¸½½ ²ç¹Ì·Î ¾Æ¸§´ä±¸³ª

1:10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

1:11 ¿ì¸®°¡ ³Ê¸¦ À§ÇÏ¿© ±Ý »ç½½À» ÀºÀ» ¹Ú¾Æ ¸¸µé¸®¶ó

1:11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.

1:12 ¡Û ¿ÕÀÌ »ó¿¡ ¾É¾ÒÀ» ¶§¿¡ ³ªÀÇ ³ªµµ ±â¸§ÀÌ Çâ±â¸¦ ÅäÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

1:12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.

1:13 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ³» Ç° °¡¿îµ¥ ¸ô¾à Ç⳶ÀÌ¿ä

1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

1:14 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ³»°Ô ¿£°Ôµð Æ÷µµ¿øÀÇ °íº§È­ ¼ÛÀ̷α¸³ª

1:14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

1:15 ¡Û ³» »ç¶û¾Æ ³Ê´Â ¾î¿©»Ú°í ¾î¿©»Ú´Ù ³× ´«ÀÌ ºñµÑ±â °°±¸³ª

1:15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.

1:16 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¾ß ³Ê´Â ¾î¿©»Ú°í ȭâÇÏ´Ù ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Ä§»óÀº Ǫ¸£°í

1:16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

1:17 ¿ì¸® ÁýÀº ¹éÇâ¸ñ µéº¸, À㳪¹« ¼®°¡·¡·Î±¸³ª

1:17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 2Àå / Song_of_Solomon

2:1 ³ª´Â »ç·ÐÀÇ ¼ö¼±È­¿ä °ñÂ¥±âÀÇ ¹éÇÕÈ­·Î±¸³ª

2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

2:2 ¡Û ¿©ÀÚµé Áß¿¡ ³» »ç¶ûÀº °¡½Ã³ª¹« °¡¿îµ¥ ¹éÇÕÈ­ °°±¸³ª

2:2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

2:3 ¡Û ³²ÀÚµé Áß¿¡ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ¼öÇ® °¡¿îµ¥ »ç°ú³ª¹« °°±¸³ª ³»°¡ ±× ±×´Ã¿¡ ¾É¾Æ¼­ ½ÉÈ÷ ±â»µÇÏ¿´°í ±× ½Ç°ú´Â ³» ÀÔ¿¡ ´Þ¾Ò±¸³ª

2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

2:4 ±×°¡ ³ª¸¦ ÀεµÇÏ¿© ÀÜÄ¡Áý¿¡ µé¾î°¬À¸´Ï ±× »ç¶ûÀÌ ³» À§¿¡ ±â·Î±¸³ª

2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

2:5 ³ÊÈñ´Â °ÇÆ÷µµ·Î ³» ÈûÀ» µ½°í »ç°ú·Î ³ª¸¦ ½Ã¿øÄÉ ÇÏ¶ó ³»°¡ »ç¶ûÇϹǷΠº´ÀÌ ³µÀ½À̴϶ó

2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

2:6 ±×°¡ ¿Þ¼ÕÀ¸·Î ³» ¸Ó¸®¿¡ º£°³ÇÏ°í ¿À¸¥¼ÕÀ¸·Î ³ª¸¦ ¾È´Â±¸³ª

2:6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.

2:7 ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ³»°¡ ³ë·ç¿Í µé»ç½¿À¸·Î ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô ºÎŹÇÑ´Ù ³» »ç¶ûÀÌ ¿øÇϱâ Àü¿¡´Â ÈçµéÁö ¸»°í ±ú¿ìÁö ¸»Áö´Ï¶ó

2:7 I charge you, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

2:8 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®·Î±¸³ª º¸¶ó ±×°¡ »ê¿¡¼­ ´Þ¸®°í ÀÛÀº »êÀ» »¡¸® ³Ñ¾î¿À´Â±¸³ª

2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

2:9 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ³ë·ç¿Íµµ °°°í ¾î¸° »ç½¿°úµµ °°¾Æ¼­ ¿ì¸® º® µÚ¿¡ ¼­¼­ âÀ¸·Î µé¿©´Ùº¸¸ç â»ì Æ´À¸·Î ¿³º¸´Â±¸³ª

2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

2:10 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ³»°Ô ¸»ÇÏ¿© À̸£±â¸¦ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶û, ³ªÀÇ ¾î¿©»Û ÀÚ¾ß ÀϾ¼­ ÇÔ²² °¡ÀÚ

2:10 My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

2:11 °Ü¿ïµµ Áö³ª°í ºñµµ ±×ÃÆ°í

2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

2:12 Áö¸é¿¡´Â ²ÉÀÌ ÇÇ°í »õÀÇ ³ë·¡ÇÒ ¶§°¡ À̸£·¶´Âµ¥ ¹Ý±¸ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®°¡ ¿ì¸® ¶¥¿¡ µé¸®´Â±¸³ª

2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

2:13 ¹«È­°ú³ª¹«¿¡´Â Ǫ¸¥ ¿­¸Å°¡ À;ú°í Æ÷µµ³ª¹«´Â ²ÉÀÌ ÇǾî Çâ±â¸¦ ÅäÇϴ±¸³ª ³ªÀÇ »ç¶û, ³ªÀÇ ¾î¿©»Û ÀÚ¾ß ÀϾ¼­ ÇÔ²² °¡ÀÚ

2:13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

2:14 ¹ÙÀ§ Æ´ ³¶¶°·¯Áö Àº¹ÐÇÑ °÷¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ³ªÀÇ ºñµÑ±â¾ß ³ª·Î ³× ¾ó±¼À» º¸°Ô Ç϶ó ³× ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µè°Ô Ç϶ó ³× ¼Ò¸®´Â ºÎµå·´°í ³× ¾ó±¼Àº ¾Æ¸§´ä±¸³ª

2:14 O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

2:15 ¡Û ¿ì¸®¸¦ À§ÇÏ¿© ¿©¿ì °ð Æ÷µµ¿øÀ» Çã´Â ÀÛÀº ¿©¿ì¸¦ ÀâÀ¸¶ó ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Æ÷µµ¿ø¿¡ ²ÉÀÌ ÇǾúÀ½À̴϶ó

2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

2:16 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ³»°Ô ¼ÓÇÏ¿´°í ³ª´Â ±×¿¡°Ô ¼ÓÇÏ¿´±¸³ª ±×°¡ ¹éÇÕÈ­ °¡¿îµ¥¼­ ¾ç ¶¼¸¦ ¸ÔÀ̴±¸³ª

2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.

2:17 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¾ß ³¯ÀÌ ±â¿ï°í ±×¸²ÀÚ°¡ °¥ ¶§¿¡ µ¹¾Æ¿Í¼­ º£µ¥¸£ »ê¿¡¼­ÀÇ ³ë·ç¿Í ¾î¸° »ç½¿ °°¾Æ¿©¶ó

2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 3Àå / Song_of_Solomon

3:1 ³»°¡ ¹ã¿¡ ħ»ó¿¡¼­ ¸¶À½¿¡ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ ã¾Ò±¸³ª ã¾Æµµ ¹ß°ßÄ¡ ¸øÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.

3:2 ÀÌ¿¡ ³»°¡ ÀϾ¼­ ¼ºÁßÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï¸ç ¸¶À½¿¡ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ °Å¸®¿¡¼­³ª Å« ±æ¿¡¼­³ª ãÀ¸¸®¶ó ÇÏ°í ãÀ¸³ª ¸¸³ªÁö ¸øÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

3:2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.

3:3 ¼ºÁßÀÇ Çà¼øÇÏ´Â ÀÚµéÀ» ¸¸³ª¼­ ¹¯±â¸¦ ³» ¸¶À½¿¡ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ ³ÊÈñ°¡ º¸¾Ò´À³Ä ÇÏ°í

3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw all of you him whom my soul loves?

3:4 ±×µéÀ» ¶°³ªÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ ¸¶À½¿¡ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ ¸¸³ª¼­ ±×¸¦ ºÙÀâ°í ³» ¾î¹Ì ÁýÀ¸·Î, ³ª¸¦ À×ÅÂÇÑ ÀÚÀÇ ¹æÀ¸·Î °¡±â±îÁö ³õÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇÏ¿´³ë¶ó

3:4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

3:5 ¡Û ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ³»°¡ ³ë·ç¿Í µé»ç½¿À¸·Î ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô ºÎŹÇÑ´Ù »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ¿øÇϱâ Àü¿¡´Â ÈçµéÁö ¸»°í ±ú¿ìÁö ¸»Áö´Ï¶ó

3:5 I charge you, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

3:6 ¡Û ¿¬±â ±âµÕ°úµµ °°°í ¸ô¾à°ú À¯Çâ°ú Àå»çÀÇ ¿©·¯ °¡Áö ÇâÇ°À¸·Î Çâ±â·Ó°Ôµµ ÇÏ°í °ÅÄ£ µé¿¡¼­ ¿À´Â ÀÚ°¡ ´©±¸Àΰí

3:6 Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

3:7 ÀÌ´Â ¼Ö·Î¸óÀÇ ¿¬À̶ó À̽º¶ó¿¤ ¿ë»ç Áß À°½Ê ÀÎÀÌ ¿ËÀ§ÇÏ¿´´Âµ¥

3:7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

3:8 ´Ù Ä®À» Àâ°í ½Î¿ò¿¡ Àͼ÷ÇÑ »ç¶÷µéÀ̶ó ¹ãÀÇ µÎ·Á¿òÀ» ÀÎÇÏ¿© °¢±â Ç㸮¿¡ Ä®À» á´À´Ï¶ó

3:8 They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

3:9 ¼Ö·Î¸ó ¿ÕÀÌ ·¹¹Ù³í ³ª¹«·Î ÀÚ±âÀÇ ¿¬À» ¸¸µé¾ú´Âµ¥

3:9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

3:10 ±× ±âµÕÀº ÀºÀÌ¿ä ¹Ù´ÚÀº ±ÝÀÌ¿ä ÀÚ¸®´Â ÀÚ»ö ´ãÀ̶ó ±× ¾È¿¡´Â ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµéÀÇ »ç¶ûÀÌ ÀÔÇû±¸³ª

3:10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

3:11 ½Ã¿ÂÀÇ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ³ª¿Í¼­ ¼Ö·Î¸ó ¿ÕÀ» º¸¶ó È¥Àγ¯ ¸¶À½ÀÌ ±â»Ü ¶§¿¡ ±× ¸ðÄ£ÀÇ ¾º¿î ¸é·ù°üÀÌ ±× ¸Ó¸®¿¡ ÀÖ±¸³ª

3:11 Go forth, O all of you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 4Àå / Song_of_Solomon

4:1 ³» »ç¶û ³Ê´Â ¾î¿©»Ú°íµµ ¾î¿©»Ú´Ù ³Ê¿ï ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ³× ´«ÀÌ ºñµÑ±â °°°í ³× ¸Ó¸®ÅÐÀº ±æ¸£¾Ñ »ê ±â½¾¿¡ ´©¿î ¹«¸® ¿°¼Ò °°±¸³ª

4:1 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

4:2 ³× ÀÌ´Â ¸ñ¿åÀå¿¡¼­ ³ª¿Â ÅÐ ±ðÀÎ ¾Ï¾ç °ð »õ³¢ ¾ø´Â °ÍÀº Çϳªµµ ¾øÀÌ °¢°¢ ½ÖŸ¦ ³ºÀº ¾ç °°±¸³ª

4:2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

4:3 ³× ÀÔ¼úÀº È«»ö ½Ç °°°í ³× ÀÔÀº ¾î¿©»Ú°í ³Ê¿ï ¼ÓÀÇ ³× »´Àº ¼®·ù ÇÑ ÂÊ °°±¸³ª

4:3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.

4:4 ³× ¸ñÀº ±º±â¸¦ µÎ·Á°í °ÇÃàÇÑ ´ÙÀ­ÀÇ ¸Á´ë °ð ÀÏõ ¹æÆÐ, ¿ë»çÀÇ ¸ðµç ¹æÆа¡ ´Þ¸° ¸Á´ë °°°í

4:4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

4:5 ³× µÎ À¯¹æÀº ¹éÇÕÈ­ °¡¿îµ¥¼­ ²ÃÀ» ¸Ô´Â ½ÖÅ ³ë·ç »õ³¢ °°±¸³ª

4:5 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

4:6 ¡Û ³¯ÀÌ ±â¿ï°í ±×¸²ÀÚ°¡ °¥ ¶§¿¡ ³»°¡ ¸ô¾à »ê°ú À¯ÇâÀÇ ÀÛÀº »êÀ¸·Î °¡¸®¶ó

4:6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

4:7 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶û ³Ê´Â ¼øÀüÈ÷ ¾î¿©»µ¼­ ¾Æ¹« ÈìÀÌ ¾ø±¸³ª

4:7 You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.

4:8 ³ªÀÇ ½ÅºÎ¾ß ³Ê´Â ·¹¹Ù³í¿¡¼­ºÎÅÍ ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ÇÏ°í ·¹¹Ù³í¿¡¼­ºÎÅÍ ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² °¡ÀÚ ¾Æ¸¶³ª¿Í ½º´Ò°ú Ç츣¸ó ²À´ë±â¿¡¼­ »çÀÚ ±¼°ú Ç¥¹ü »ê¿¡¼­ ³»·Á´Ùº¸¾Æ¶ó

4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

4:9 ³ªÀÇ ´©ÀÌ, ³ªÀÇ ½ÅºÎ¾ß ³×°¡ ³» ¸¶À½À» »©¾Ñ¾Ò±¸³ª ³× ´«À¸·Î ÇÑ ¹ø º¸´Â °Í°ú ³× ¸ñÀÇ ±¸½½ ÇÑ ²ç¹Ì·Î ³» ¸¶À½À» »©¾Ñ¾Ò±¸³ª

4:9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of yours eyes, with one chain of your neck.

4:10 ³ªÀÇ ´©ÀÌ ³ªÀÇ ½ÅºÎ¾ß ³× »ç¶ûÀÌ ¾îÂî ±×¸® ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿îÁö ³× »ç¶ûÀº Æ÷µµÁÖ¿¡ Áö³ª°í ³× ±â¸§ÀÇ Çâ±â´Â °¢¾ç ÇâÇ°º¸´Ù ½ÂÇϱ¸³ª

4:10 How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of yours ointments than all spices!

4:11 ³» ½ÅºÎ¾ß ³× ÀÔ¼ú¿¡¼­´Â ²Ü ¹æ¿ïÀÌ ¶³¾îÁö°í ³» Çô ¹Ø¿¡´Â ²Ü°ú Á¥ÀÌ ÀÖ°í ³× ÀǺ¹ÀÇ Çâ±â´Â ·¹¹Ù³íÀÇ Çâ±â °°±¸³ª

4:11 Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

4:12 ³ªÀÇ ´©ÀÌ, ³ªÀÇ ½ÅºÎ´Â Àá±Ù µ¿»êÀÌ¿ä µ¤Àº ¿ì¹°ÀÌ¿ä ºÀÇÑ »ùÀ̷α¸³ª

4:12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

4:13 ³×°Ô¼­ ³ª´Â °ÍÀº ¼®·ù³ª¹«¿Í °¢Á¾ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î °ú¼ö¿Í °íº§È­¿Í ³ªµµÃÊ¿Í

4:13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

4:14 ³ªµµ¿Í ¹øÈ«È­¿Í âÆ÷¿Í °è¼ö¿Í °¢Á¾ À¯Çâ¸ñ°ú ¸ô¾à°ú ħÇâ°ú ¸ðµç ±ÍÇÑ ÇâÇ°ÀÌ¿ä

4:14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

4:15 ³Ê´Â µ¿»êÀÇ »ùÀÌ¿ä »ý¼öÀÇ ¿ì¹°ÀÌ¿ä ·¹¹Ù³í¿¡¼­ºÎÅÍ È帣´Â ½Ã³»·Î±¸³ª

4:15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

4:16 ºÏdz¾Æ ÀϾ¶ó ³²Ç³¾Æ ¿À¶ó ³ªÀÇ µ¿»ê¿¡ ºÒ¾î¼­ Çâ±â¸¦ ³¯¸®¶ó ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ±× µ¿»ê¿¡ µé¾î°¡¼­ ±× ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ½Ç°ú ¸Ô±â¸¦ ¿øÇϳë¶ó

4:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 5Àå / Song_of_Solomon

5:1 ³ªÀÇ ´©ÀÌ, ³ªÀÇ ½ÅºÎ¾ß ³»°¡ ³» µ¿»ê¿¡ µé¾î¿Í¼­ ³ªÀÇ ¸ô¾à°ú ÇâÀç·á¸¦ °ÅµÎ°í ³ªÀÇ ²Ü¼ÛÀÌ¿Í ²ÜÀ» ¸Ô°í ³» Æ÷µµÁÖ¿Í ³» Á¥À» ¸¶¼ÌÀ¸´Ï ³ªÀÇ Ä£±¸µé¾Æ ¸ÔÀ¸¶ó ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷µé¾Æ ¸¶½Ã°í ¸¹ÀÌ ¸¶½Ã¶ó

5:1 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.

5:2 ³»°¡ ÀßÁö¶óµµ ¸¶À½Àº ±ú¾ú´Âµ¥ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚÀÇ ¼Ò¸®°¡ µé¸®´Â±¸³ª ¹®À» µÎµå·Á À̸£±â¸¦ ³ªÀÇ ´©ÀÌ, ³ªÀÇ »ç¶û, ³ªÀÇ ºñµÑ±â, ³ªÀÇ ¿ÏÀüÇÑ ÀÚ¾ß ¹® ¿­¾î ´Ù°í ³» ¸Ó¸®¿¡´Â À̽½ÀÌ, ³» ¸Ó¸®Åп¡´Â ¹ã À̽½ÀÌ °¡µæÇÏ¿´´Ù Çϴ±¸³ª

5:2 I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, 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.

5:3 ³»°¡ ¿ÊÀ» ¹þ¾úÀ¸´Ï ¾îÂî ´Ù½Ã ÀÔ°ÚÀ¸¸ç ³»°¡ ¹ßÀ» ¾Ä¾úÀ¸´Ï ¾îÂî ´Ù½Ã ´õ·´È÷·ª¸¶´Â

5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

5:4 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ¹®Æ´À¸·Î ¼ÕÀ» µéÀ̹иŠ³» ¸¶À½ÀÌ µ¿ÇÏ¿©¼­

5:4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

5:5 ÀϾ¼­ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ À§ÇÏ¿© ¹®À» ¿­ ¶§ ¸ô¾àÀÌ ³» ¼Õ¿¡¼­, ¸ô¾àÀÇ ÁóÀÌ ³» ¼Õ°¡¶ô¿¡¼­ ¹®ºøÀå¿¡ µè´Â±¸³ª

5:5 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.

5:6 ³»°¡ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ À§ÇÏ¿© ¹®À» ¿­¾úÀ¸³ª ±×°¡ ¹ú½á ¹°·¯°¬³× ±×°¡ ¸»ÇÒ ¶§¿¡ ³» È¥ÀÌ ³ª°¬±¸³ª ³»°¡ ±×¸¦ ã¾Æµµ ¸ø ¸¸³µ°í ºÒ·¯µµ ÀÀ´äÀÌ ¾ø¾ú±¸³ª

5:6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

5:7 ¼ºÁß¿¡¼­ Çà¼øÇÏ´Â ÀÚµéÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ¸¸³ª¸Å ³ª¸¦ Ãļ­ »óÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ¿´°í ¼ºº®À» ÆļöÇÏ´Â ÀÚµéÀÌ ³ªÀÇ ¿ô¿ÊÀ» ¹þ°Ü ÃëÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

5:7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they stroke me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

5:8 ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô ³»°¡ ºÎŹÇÑ´Ù ³ÊÈñ°¡ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ ¸¸³ª°Åµç ³»°¡ »ç¶ûÇϹǷΠº´ÀÌ ³µ´Ù°í ÇÏ·Á¹«³ª

5:8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if all of you find my beloved, that all of you tell him, that I am sick of love.

5:9 ¡Û ¿©ÀÚ Áß ±ØÈ÷ ¾î¿©»Û ÀÚ¾ß ³ÊÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ³²ÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚº¸´Ù ³ªÀº °ÍÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡ ³ÊÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ³²ÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚº¸´Ù ³ªÀº °ÍÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀ̱⿡ ÀÌ°°ÀÌ ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ºÎŹÇϴ°¡

5:9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us?

5:10 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â Èñ°íµµ ºÓ¾î ¸¸ »ç¶÷¿¡ ¶Ù¾î³­´Ù

5:10 My beloved is white and rosy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

5:11 ¸Ó¸®´Â Á¤±Ý °°°í ¸Ó¸®ÅÐÀº °íºÒ°íºÒÇÏ°í ±î¸¶±Í °°ÀÌ °Ë±¸³ª

5:11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

5:12 ´«Àº ½Ã³Á°¡ÀÇ ºñµÑ±â °°Àºµ¥ Á¥À¸·Î ¾ÄÀº µíÇÏ°í ¾Æ¸§´ä°Ôµµ ¹ÚÇû±¸³ª

5:12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

5:13 »´Àº Çâ±â·Î¿î ²É¹ç °°°í Çâ±â·Î¿î Ç®¾ð´ö°úµµ °°°í ÀÔ¼úÀº ¹éÇÕÈ­ °°°í ¸ô¾àÀÇ ÁóÀÌ ¶Ò¶Ò ¶³¾îÁø´Ù

5:13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

5:14 ¼ÕÀº Ȳ¿ÁÀ» ¹°¸° Ȳ±Ý ³ë¸®°³ °°°í ¸öÀº ¾Æ·Î»õ±ä »ó¾Æ¿¡ û¿ÁÀ» ÀÔÈù µíÇϱ¸³ª

5:14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

5:15 ´Ù¸®´Â Á¤±Ý ¹Þħ¿¡ ¼¼¿î È­¹Ý¼® ±âµÕ °°°í Çü»óÀº ·¹¹Ù³í °°°í ¹éÇâ¸ñó·³ º¸±â ÁÁ°í

5:15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

5:16 ÀÔÀº ½ÉÈ÷ ´Ù´Ï ±× Àüü°¡ »ç¶û½º·´±¸³ª ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ÀÌ´Â ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¿ä ³ªÀÇ Ä£±¸ÀÏ´Ù

5:16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 6Àå / Song_of_Solomon

6:1 ¿©ÀÚ Áß ±ØÈ÷ ¾î¿©»Û ÀÚ¾ß ³ÊÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ¾îµð·Î °¬´Â°¡ ³ÊÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ¾îµð·Î µ¹ÀÌÄ״°¡ ¿ì¸®°¡ ³Ê¿Í ÇÔ²² ãÀ¸¸®¶ó

6:1 Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

6:2 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ Àڱ⠵¿»êÀ¸·Î ³»·Á°¡ Çâ±â·Î¿î ²É¹ç¿¡ À̸£·¯¼­ µ¿»ê °¡¿îµ¥¼­ ¾ç ¶¼¸¦ ¸ÔÀÌ¸ç ¹éÇÕÈ­¸¦ ²ª´Â±¸³ª

6:2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

6:3 ³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¿¡°Ô ¼ÓÇÏ¿´°í ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ³»°Ô ¼ÓÇÏ¿´´Ù ±×°¡ ¹éÇÕÈ­ °¡¿îµ¥¼­ ±× ¾ç ¶¼¸¦ ¸ÔÀ̴±¸³ª

6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.

6:4 ¡Û ³» »ç¶û¾Æ ³ÊÀÇ ¾î¿©»ÝÀÌ µð¸£»ç °°°í ³ÊÀÇ °í¿òÀÌ ¿¹·ç»ì·½ °°°í ¾öÀ§ÇÔÀÌ ±âÄ¡¸¦ ¹úÀÎ ±º´ë °°±¸³ª

6:4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

6:5 ³× ´«ÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ³î·¡´Ï µ¹ÀÌÄÑ ³ª¸¦ º¸Áö ¸»¶ó ³× ¸Ó¸®ÅÐÀº ±æ¸£¾Ñ »ê ±â½¾¿¡ ´©¿î ¿°¼Ò ¶¼ °°°í

6:5 Turn away yours eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6:6 ³× ÀÌ´Â ¸ñ¿åÀå¿¡¼­ ³ª¿Â ¾Ï¾ç ¶¼ °ð »õ³¢ ¾ø´Â °ÍÀº Çϳªµµ ¾øÀÌ °¢°¢ ½ÖŸ¦ ³ºÀº ¾ç °°°í

6:6 Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

6:7 ³Ê¿ï ¼ÓÀÇ ³ÊÀÇ »´Àº ¼®·ù ÇÑ ÂÊ °°±¸³ª

6:7 As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.

6:8 ¿ÕÈÄ°¡ À°½ÊÀÌ¿ä ºñºóÀÌ ÆȽÊÀÌ¿ä ½Ã³à°¡ ¹«¼öÇϵÇ

6:8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

6:9 ³ªÀÇ ºñµÑ±â, ³ªÀÇ ¿ÏÀüÇÑ ÀÚ´Â Çϳª »ÓÀ̷α¸³ª ±×´Â ±× ¾î¹ÌÀÇ ¿ÜµþÀÌ¿ä ±× ³ºÀº ÀÚÀÇ ±ÍÁßÈ÷ ¿©±â´Â Àڷα¸³ª ¿©ÀÚµéÀÌ ±×¸¦ º¸°í º¹µÈ ÀÚ¶ó ÇÏ°í ¿ÕÈÄ¿Í ºñºóµéµµ ±×¸¦ ĪÂùÇϴ±¸³ª

6:9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

6:10 ¡Û ¾Æħ ºû °°ÀÌ ¶Ñ·ÇÇÏ°í ´Þ °°ÀÌ ¾Æ¸§´ä°í ÇØ °°ÀÌ ¸¼°í ±âÄ¡¸¦ ¹úÀÎ ±º´ë °°ÀÌ ¾öÀ§ÇÑ ¿©ÀÚ°¡ ´©±¸Àΰ¡

6:10 Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

6:11 ¡Û °ñÂ¥±âÀÇ Çª¸¥ ÃʸñÀ» º¸·Á°í Æ÷µµ³ª¹«°¡ ¼øÀÌ ³µ´Â°¡ ¼®·ù³ª¹«°¡ ²ÉÀÌ ÇǾú´Â°¡ ¾Ë·Á°í ³»°¡ È£µµ µ¿»êÀ¸·Î ³»·Á°¬À» ¶§¿¡

6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

6:12 ºÎÁöÁß¿¡ ³» ¸¶À½ÀÌ ³ª·Î ³» ±ÍÇÑ ¹é¼ºÀÇ ¼ö·¹ °¡¿îµ¥ À̸£°Ô ÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

6:12 Before even I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

6:13 ¡Û µ¹¾Æ¿À°í µ¹¾Æ¿À¶ó ¼ú¶÷¹Ì ¿©ÀÚ¾ß µ¹¾Æ¿À°í µ¹¾Æ¿À¶ó ¿ì¸®·Î ³Ê¸¦ º¸°Ô Ç϶ó

6:13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you.

6:14 ¡Û ³ÊÈñ°¡ ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ¸¶ÇϳªÀÓÀÇ ÃãÃß´Â °ÍÀ» º¸´Â °Íó·³ ¼ú¶÷¹Ì ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ º¸·Á´À³Ä

6:14 What will all of you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 7Àå / Song_of_Solomon

7:1 ±ÍÇÑ ÀÚÀÇ µþ¾Æ ½ÅÀ» ½ÅÀº ³× ¹ßÀÌ ¾îÂî ±×¸® ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î°¡ ³× ³ÐÀû´Ù¸®´Â µÕ±Û¾î¼­ °ø±³ÇÑ Àå»öÀÇ ¸¸µç ±¸½½ ²ç¹Ì °°±¸³ª

7:1 How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

7:2 ¹è²ÅÀº ¼¯Àº Æ÷µµÁÖ¸¦ °¡µæÈ÷ ºÎÀº µÕ±Ù ÀÜ °°°í Ç㸮´Â ¹éÇÕÈ­·Î µÎ¸¥ ¹Ð´Ü °°±¸³ª

7:2 Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

7:3 µÎ À¯¹æÀº ¾Ï»ç½¿ÀÇ ½ÖÅ »õ³¢ °°°í

7:3 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

7:4 ¸ñÀº »ó¾Æ ¸Á´ë °°±¸³ª ´«Àº Ç콺º» ¹Ùµå¶øºö ¹® °çÀÇ ¸ø °°°í ÄÚ´Â ´Ù¸Þ¼½À» ÇâÇÑ ·¹¹Ù³í ¸Á´ë °°±¸³ª

7:4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; yours eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

7:5 ¸Ó¸®´Â °¥¸á »ê °°°í µå¸®¿î ¸Ó¸®ÅÐÀº ÀÚÁÖ ºûÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸´Ï ¿ÕÀÌ ±× ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ô¿¡ ¸ÅÀ̾ú±¸³ª

7:5 Yours head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of yours head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

7:6 »ç¶û¾Æ ³×°¡ ¾îÂî ±×¸® ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿îÁö, ¾îÂî ±×¸® ȭâÇÑÁö Äè¶ôÇÏ°Ô Çϴ±¸³ª

7:6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!

7:7 ³× Å°´Â Á¾·Á³ª¹« °°°í ³× À¯¹æÀº ±× ¿­¸Å ¼ÛÀÌ °°±¸³ª

7:7 This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

7:8 ³»°¡ ¸»Çϱ⸦ Á¾·Á³ª¹«¿¡ ¿Ã¶ó°¡¼­ ±× °¡Áö¸¦ ÀâÀ¸¸®¶ó ÇÏ¿´³ª´Ï ³× À¯¹æÀº Æ÷µµ¼ÛÀÌ °°°í ³× Äà±èÀº »ç°ú ³¿»õ °°°í

7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

7:9 ³× ÀÔÀº ÁÁÀº Æ÷µµÁÖ °°À» °ÍÀ̴϶ó ¡Û ÀÌ Æ÷µµÁÖ´Â ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ À§ÇÏ¿© ¹Ì²ô·´°Ô Èê·¯³»·Á¼­ ÀÚ´Â ÀÚÀÇ ÀÔÀ¸·Î ¿òÁ÷ÀÌ°Ô ÇÏ´À´Ï¶ó

7:9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

7:10 ¡Û ³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¿¡°Ô ¼ÓÇÏ¿´±¸³ª ±×°¡ ³ª¸¦ »ç¸ðÇϴ±¸³ª

7:10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

7:11 ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¾ß ¿ì¸®°¡ ÇÔ²² µé·Î °¡¼­ µ¿³×¿¡¼­ À¯¼÷ÇÏÀÚ

7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

7:12 ¿ì¸®°¡ ÀÏÂî±â ÀϾ¼­ Æ÷µµ¿øÀ¸·Î °¡¼­ Æ÷µµ ¿òÀÌ µ¸¾Ò´ÂÁö, ²É¼úÀÌ ÆÛÁ³´ÂÁö, ¼®·ù ²ÉÀÌ ÇǾú´ÂÁö º¸ÀÚ °Å±â¼­ ³»°¡ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÀ» ³×°Ô ÁÖ¸®¶ó

7:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.

7:13 ÇÕȯä°¡ Çâ±â¸¦ ÅäÇÏ°í ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¹® ¾Õ¿¡´Â °¢¾ç ±ÍÇÑ ½Ç°ú°¡ »õ °Í, ¹¬Àº °ÍÀÌ ±¸ºñÇÏ¿´±¸³ª ³»°¡ ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ ³Ê¸¦ À§ÇÏ¿© ½×¾ÆµÐ °ÍÀ̷α¸³ª

7:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 8Àå / Song_of_Solomon

8:1 ³×°¡ ³» ¾î¹ÌÀÇ Á¥À» ¸ÔÀº ¿À¶óºñ °°¾Ò¾ú´õ¸é ³»°¡ ¹Û¿¡¼­ ³Ê¸¦ ¸¸³¯ ¶§¿¡ ÀÔÀ» ¸ÂÃ߾ ³ª¸¦ ¾÷½Å¿©±æ ÀÚ°¡ ¾ø¾úÀ» °ÍÀ̶ó

8:1 O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.

8:2 ³»°¡ ³Ê¸¦ À̲ø¾î ³» ¾î¹Ì Áý¿¡ µéÀÌ°í ³×°Ô¼­ ±³ÈÆÀ» ¹Þ¾ÒÀ¸¸®¶ó ³ª´Â Çâ±â·Î¿î ¼ú °ð ¼®·ùÁóÀ¸·Î ³×°Ô ¸¶½Ã¿ü°Ú°í

8:2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

8:3 ³Ê´Â ¿Þ¼ÕÀ¸·Ð ³» ¸Ó¸®¿¡ º£°³ÇÏ°í ¿À¸¥¼ÕÀ¸·Ð ³ª¸¦ ¾È¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸®¶ó

8:3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

8:4 ¿¹·ç»ì·½ ¿©ÀÚµé¾Æ ³»°¡ ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô ºÎŹÇÑ´Ù ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ¿øÇϱâ Àü¿¡´Â ÈçµéÁö ¸»¸ç ±ú¿ìÁö ¸»Áö´Ï¶ó

8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

8:5 ¡Û ±× »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¸¦ ÀÇÁöÇÏ°í °ÅÄ£ µé¿¡¼­ ¿Ã¶ó¿À´Â ¿©ÀÚ°¡ ´©±¸ÀÎ°í ¡Û ³Ê¸¦ ÀÎÇÏ¿© ³× ¾î¹Ì°¡ ½Å°íÇÑ, ³Ê¸¦ ³ºÀº ÀÚ°¡ ¾Ö¾´ ±× °÷ »ç°ú³ª¹« ¾Æ·¡¼­ ³»°¡ ³Ê¸¦ ±ú¿ü³ë¶ó

8:5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bare you.

8:6 ¡Û ³Ê´Â ³ª¸¦ ÀÎ °°ÀÌ ¸¶À½¿¡ Ç°°í µµÀå °°ÀÌ ÆÈ¿¡ µÎ¶ó »ç¶ûÀº Á×À½ °°ÀÌ °­ÇÏ°í Åõ±â´Â À½ºÎ °°ÀÌ ÀÜȤÇÏ¸ç ºÒ °°ÀÌ ÀϾ´Ï ±× ±â¼¼°¡ ¿©È£¿ÍÀÇ ºÒ°ú °°À¸´Ï¶ó

8:6 Set me as a seal upon yours heart, as a seal upon yours arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame.

8:7 ÀÌ »ç¶ûÀº ¸¹Àº ¹°ÀÌ ²¨Ä¡Áö ¸øÇÏ°Ú°í È«¼ö¶óµµ ¾ö¸ôÇÏÁö ¸øÇϳª´Ï »ç¶÷ÀÌ ±× ¿Â °¡»êÀ» ´Ù ÁÖ°í »ç¶û°ú ¹Ù²Ù·Á ÇÒÁö¶óµµ ¿ÀÈ÷·Á ¸ê½Ã¸¦ ¹ÞÀ¸¸®¶ó

8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

8:8 ¡Û ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ÀÖ´Â ÀÛÀº ´©ÀÌ´Â ¾ÆÁ÷µµ À¯¹æÀÌ ¾ø±¸³ª ±×°¡ ûȥÇÔÀ» ¹Þ´Â ³¯¿¡´Â ¿ì¸®°¡ ±×¸¦ À§ÇÏ¿© ¹«¾ùÀ» ÇÒ²¿

8:8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

8:9 ±×°¡ ¼ºº®ÀÏÁø´ë ¿ì¸®´Â Àº ¸Á´ë¸¦ ±× À§¿¡ ¼¼¿ï °ÍÀÌ¿ä ±×°¡ ¹®ÀÏÁø´ë ¿ì¸®´Â ¹éÇâ¸ñ ÆÇÀÚ·Î µÎ¸£¸®¶ó

8:9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

8:10 ¡Û ³ª´Â ¼ºº®ÀÌ¿ä ³ªÀÇ À¯¹æÀº ¸Á´ë °°À¸´Ï ±×·¯¹Ç·Î ³ª´Â ±×ÀÇ º¸±â¿¡ È­ÆòÀ» ¾òÀº ÀÚ °°±¸³ª

8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

8:11 ¼Ö·Î¸óÀÌ ¹Ù¾ËÇÏ¸ó¿¡ Æ÷µµ¿øÀÌ ÀÖ¾î ÁöÅ°´Â Àڵ鿡°Ô ¸Ã°Ü µÎ°í ±×µé·Î °¢±â ±× ½Ç°ú¸¦ ÀÎÇÏ¿©¼­ Àº ÀÏõÀ» ¹ÙÄ¡°Ô ÇÏ¿´±¸³ª

8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

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8:12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

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8:13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice: cause me to hear it.

8:14 ¡Û ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÚ¾ß ³Ê´Â »¡¸® ´Þ¸®¶ó Çâ±â·Î¿î »êµé¿¡¼­ ³ë·ç¿Íµµ °°°í ¾î¸° »ç½¿°úµµ °°¾Æ¿©¶ó

8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

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