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 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 1Àå / Song of Songs

1:1 ¼Ö·Î¸óÀÇ ¾Æ°¡¶ó

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

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 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore 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 Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to 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 am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.

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 Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.

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, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

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 don't know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.

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

1:9 have compared you, my love, to a steed 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 beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

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

1:11 We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved

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

1:12 While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

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

1:13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies 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 to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

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

1:15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

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 beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover

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

1:17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs. Beloved

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 2Àå / Song of Songs

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

2:1 am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

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

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

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, 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 banquet hall. His banner over me is 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 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with 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. His right hand embraces 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

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 on the mountains, skipping on 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 in at the windows. He glances 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 to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

2:11 °Ü¿ïµµ Áö³ª°í ºñµµ ±×ÃÆ°í

2:11 For, behold, 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 has come, and the voice of the turtledove 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 ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away." Lover

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 My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

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 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

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 browses 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 is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 3Àå / Song of Songs

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 didn't find him.

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 will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

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 who go about the city found me; "Have you seen 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 had scarcely passed from them, when 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, into the room of her who 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

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 who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices 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, it is Solomon's carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men 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 handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on 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 carriage 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 its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from 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, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 4Àå / Song of Songs

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 beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend 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 newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved 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 scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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 David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the 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 fawns that are twins of a roe, 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 is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, 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 beautiful, 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 bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir 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 bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your 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 beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of 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, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. 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 locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

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

4:13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

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 every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

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

4:15 fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

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, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 5Àå / Song of Songs

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 have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. 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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness 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 have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

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

5:4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded 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 rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on 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 opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't 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 who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

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 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

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

5:10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best 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 like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, 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 like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

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 like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid 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 like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work 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 like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like 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 sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 6Àå / Song of Songs

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 has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

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 has gone down to 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 am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses 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, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome 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 your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of 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 like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

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

6:7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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

6:8 There are sixty queens, eighty 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 perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; 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 who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome 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 went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

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

6:12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends

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, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you.

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

6:14 Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 7Àå / Song of Songs

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 in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful 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 body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a 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 fawns, that are twins of a roe.

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 like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like 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 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

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

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

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

7:7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

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 said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

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 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

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

7:10 am my beloved's. 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's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

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 forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

 ¾Æ°¡¼­ 8Àå / Song of Songs

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 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.

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 would lead you, bringing you into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink 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 would be under my head. His right hand would 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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends

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 who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore 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 on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

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 can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends

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. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to 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 is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved

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 am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

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 Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

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8:12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover

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8:13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved

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8:14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

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