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Song_of_Solomon

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

1:1 ¼Ö·Î¸óÀÇ ¾Æ°¡¶ó

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

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

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

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

1:4 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.

1:4 ¿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

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

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

1:6 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.

1:6 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

1:7 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?

1:7 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

1:8 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.

1:8 ¡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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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

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

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

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

2:3 ¡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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

2:7 ¿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

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

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

2:9 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

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

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

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

2:11 °Ü¿ïµµ Áö³ª°í ºñµµ ±×ÃÆ°í

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;

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

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.

2:13 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

2:14 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.

2:14 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

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

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

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

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

2:17 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.

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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

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

3:2 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

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

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

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.

3:4 ±×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

3:5 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.

3:5 ¡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

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

3:6 ¡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

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

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

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

3:8 ´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

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

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

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.

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

3:11 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.

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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.

4:1 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

4:2 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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

4:8 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

4:9 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.

4:9 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

4:10 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!

4:10 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

4:11 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.

4:11 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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.

5:1 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

5:2 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.

5:2 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

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

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

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

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

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.

5:5 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

5:6 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.

5:6 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

5:7 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.

5:7 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

5:8 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.

5:8 ¿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

5:9 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?

5:9 ¡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°¡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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.

6:1 ¿©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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

6:9 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

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

6:10 ¡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¡

6:11 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.

6:11 ¡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» ¶§¿¡

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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.

7:1 ±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

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

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

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

7:3 µÎ À¯¹æÀº ¾Ï»ç½¿ÀÇ ½ÖÅ »õ³¢ °°°í

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

7:8 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

7:9 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.

7:9 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

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

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

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

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

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.

7:12 ¿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

7:13 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.

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

 Song_of_Solomon

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.

8:1 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

8:2 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.

8:2 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

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

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

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

8:4 ¿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

8:5 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.

8:5 ¡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

8:6 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.

8:6 ¡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

8:7 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.

8:7 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

8:8 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?

8:8 ¡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¿

8:9 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.

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

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

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

8:11 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.

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

8:12 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.

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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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