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์•„๊ฐ€ 1:7

์‹œ๊ฐ€์„œ ยท Song of Songs ยท ๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ • ยท 17์ ˆ

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๋‚ด ๋งˆ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์•ผ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์–‘ ์น˜๋Š” ๊ณณ๊ณผ ์ •์˜ค์— ์‰ฌ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ณณ์„ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๋ผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ค ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ์–‘ ๋–ผ ๊ณ์—์„œ ์–ด์ฐŒ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฆฐ ์ž ๊ฐ™์ด ๋˜๋žด

์•„๊ฐ€ 1:7 ยท ๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ • ยท Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? (KJV)

์ด ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์„ ๋”ฐ๋กœ ๋‹ค๋ฃฌ ๋ฌธ์„œ๋Š” ์•„์ง ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. โœ๏ธ ์ด ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์˜ ํ•ด์„๊ณผ ๋…ผ์˜๋ฅผ ๋ฌธ์„œ๋กœ ์“ฐ๊ธฐ ยท ์•„๋ž˜๋Š” 1์žฅ ์ „์ฒด์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์žฅ ์•ˆ์˜ ์œ„์น˜๋กœ โ†“

1์•„๊ฐ€ ยท ๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ •
1์†”๋กœ๋ชฌ์˜ ์•„๊ฐ€๋ผ The song of songs, which is Solomonโ€™s.
2๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์ž…๋งž์ถ”๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์›ํ•˜๋‹ˆ ๋„ค ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด ํฌ๋„์ฃผ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋‚˜์Œ์ด๋กœ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
3๋„ค ๊ธฐ๋ฆ„์ด ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋กœ์›Œ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ณ  ๋„ค ์ด๋ฆ„์ด ์Ÿ์€ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋ฆ„ ๊ฐ™์œผ๋ฏ€๋กœ ์ฒ˜๋…€๋“ค์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
4์™•์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฐฉ์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋Œ์–ด ๋“ค์ด์‹œ๋‹ˆ ๋„ˆ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ธ๋„ํ•˜๋ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋ฆฌ๋ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋กœ ๋ง๋ฏธ์•”์•„ ๊ธฐ๋ปํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์›Œํ•˜๋‹ˆ ๋„ค ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด ํฌ๋„์ฃผ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ์ง„ํ•จ์ด๋ผ ์ฒ˜๋…€๋“ค์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•จ์ด ๋งˆ๋•…ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๋ผ Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
5์˜ˆ๋ฃจ์‚ด๋ ˜ ๋”ธ๋“ค์•„ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋น„๋ก ๊ฒ€์œผ๋‚˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šฐ๋‹ˆ ๊ฒŒ๋‹ฌ์˜ ์žฅ๋ง‰ ๊ฐ™์„์ง€๋ผ๋„ ์†”๋กœ๋ชฌ์˜ ํœ˜์žฅ๊ณผ๋„ ๊ฐ™๊ตฌ๋‚˜ I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ–‡๋ณ•์— ์ฌ์–ด์„œ ๊ฑฐ๋ฌด์Šค๋ฆ„ํ• ์ง€๋ผ๋„ ํ˜๊ฒจ๋ณด์ง€ ๋ง ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋‚ด ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ์˜ ์•„๋“ค๋“ค์ด ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ๋…ธํ•˜์—ฌ ํฌ๋„์›์ง€๊ธฐ๋กœ ์‚ผ์•˜์Œ์ด๋ผ ๋‚˜์˜ ํฌ๋„์›์„ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง€ํ‚ค์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜์˜€๊ตฌ๋‚˜ Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my motherโ€™s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7๋‚ด ๋งˆ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์•ผ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์–‘ ์น˜๋Š” ๊ณณ๊ณผ ์ •์˜ค์— ์‰ฌ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ณณ์„ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๋ผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ค ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ์–‘ ๋–ผ ๊ณ์—์„œ ์–ด์ฐŒ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฆฐ ์ž ๊ฐ™์ด ๋˜๋žด Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
8์—ฌ์ธ ์ค‘์— ์–ด์—ฌ์œ ์ž์•ผ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ๋“  ์–‘ ๋–ผ์˜ ๋ฐœ์ž์ทจ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋ชฉ์ž๋“ค์˜ ์žฅ๋ง‰ ๊ณ์—์„œ ๋„ˆ์˜ ์—ผ์†Œ ์ƒˆ๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋จน์ผ์ง€๋‹ˆ๋ผ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherdsโ€™ tents.
9๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์•„ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋กœ์˜ ๋ณ‘๊ฑฐ์˜ ์ค€๋งˆ์— ๋น„ํ•˜์˜€๊ตฌ๋‚˜ I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaohโ€™s chariots.
10๋„ค ๋‘ ๋บจ์€ ๋•‹์€ ๋จธ๋ฆฌํ„ธ๋กœ, ๋„ค ๋ชฉ์€ ๊ตฌ์Šฌ ๊ฟฐ๋ฏธ๋กœ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ตฌ๋‚˜ Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels , thy neck with chains of gold .
11์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•˜์—ฌ ๊ธˆ ์‚ฌ์Šฌ์— ์€์„ ๋ฐ•์•„ ๋งŒ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋ผ We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12์™•์ด ์นจ์ƒ์— ์•‰์•˜์„ ๋•Œ์— ๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚˜๋„ ๊ธฐ๋ฆ„์ด ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฟœ์–ด๋ƒˆ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž๋Š” ๋‚ด ํ’ˆ ๊ฐ€์šด๋ฐ ๋ชฐ์•ฝ ํ–ฅ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ์š” A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์—”๊ฒŒ๋”” ํฌ๋„์›์˜ ๊ณ ๋ฒจํ™” ์†ก์ด๋กœ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์•„ ๋„ˆ๋Š” ์–ด์—ฌ์˜๊ณ  ์–ด์—ฌ์˜๋‹ค ๋„ค ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋น„๋‘˜๊ธฐ ๊ฐ™๊ตฌ๋‚˜ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast dovesโ€™ eyes.
16๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์•ผ ๋„ˆ๋Š” ์–ด์—ฌ์˜๊ณ  ํ™”์ฐฝํ•˜๋‹ค ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์นจ์ƒ์€ ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๊ณ  Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง‘์€ ๋ฐฑํ–ฅ๋ชฉ ๋“ค๋ณด, ์žฃ๋‚˜๋ฌด ์„œ๊นŒ๋ž˜๋กœ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ •ํŒ (1998) โ“’ ๋Œ€ํ•œ์„ฑ์„œ๊ณตํšŒ
์ ˆ์„ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ฉด ๋ณต์‚ฌยท๊ณต์œ ยทํ˜•๊ด‘ํŽœยท๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์“ธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ ์„  ๋‚ฑ๋ง์€ ๊ตํšŒ๋ฐฑ๊ณผ ๋ฌธ์„œ๋กœ ์ด์–ด์ง‘๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

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๋ณธ๋ฌธ์€ ๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ •ํŒ (1998) โ€” ๋Œ€ํ•œ์„ฑ์„œ๊ณตํšŒ ์ €์ž‘๊ถŒ ๊ณ„์•ฝ์— ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๊ฒŒ์žฌํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค(๋ณธ๋ฌธ์˜ ์ €์ž‘๊ถŒ์€ ๋Œ€ํ•œ์„ฑ์„œ๊ณตํšŒ์— ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค). ์˜์–ด ๋Œ€์—ญ์€ ํ ์ •์—ญ(KJV, 1611/1769). ๊ฐœ์—ญํ•œ๊ธ€ํŒ์œผ๋กœ ์ฝ๊ธฐ ์ ์„ ์ด ๊ทธ์–ด์ง„ ๋‚ฑ๋ง์€ ๊ตํšŒ๋ฐฑ๊ณผ์— ๋ฌธ์„œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ธ๋ฌผยท์ง€๋ช…ยท์šฉ์–ด์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค(ํ•œ ํ™”๋ฉด์— ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ์”ฉ๋งŒ ํ‘œ์‹œ). ํ˜•๊ด‘ํŽœยท๋ฉ”๋ชจยท์ฝ์€ ํ‘œ์‹œ๋Š” ์ด ๋ธŒ๋ผ์šฐ์ €์—๋งŒ ์ €์žฅ๋˜๋ฉฐ ๋‚ด ํ‘œ์‹œ์—์„œ ๋ชจ์•„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ด ์žฅ์— ๋‚˜์˜ค๋Š” ์ธ๋ฌผยท์ง€๋ช…ยท์šฉ์–ด 10

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