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์•„๊ฐ€ 2:6

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

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๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์™ผํŒ”๋กœ ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ ์ด๊ณ  ์˜ค๋ฅธํŒ”๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์•ˆ๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜

์•„๊ฐ€ 2:6 ยท ๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ • ยท His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. (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” 2์žฅ ์ „์ฒด์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์žฅ ์•ˆ์˜ ์œ„์น˜๋กœ โ†“

2์•„๊ฐ€ ยท ๊ฐœ์—ญ๊ฐœ์ •
1๋‚˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋ก ์˜ ์ˆ˜์„ ํ™”์š” ๊ณจ์งœ๊ธฐ์˜ ๋ฐฑํ•ฉํ™”๋กœ๋‹ค I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2์—ฌ์ž๋“ค ์ค‘์— ๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๊ฐ€์‹œ๋‚˜๋ฌด ๊ฐ€์šด๋ฐ ๋ฐฑํ•ฉํ™” ๊ฐ™๋„๋‹ค As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3๋‚จ์ž๋“ค ์ค‘์— ๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž๋Š” ์ˆ˜ํ’€ ๊ฐ€์šด๋ฐ ์‚ฌ๊ณผ๋‚˜๋ฌด ๊ฐ™๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ๊ทธ๋Š˜์— ์•‰์•„์„œ ์‹ฌํžˆ ๊ธฐ๋ปํ•˜์˜€๊ณ  ๊ทธ ์—ด๋งค๋Š” ๋‚ด ์ž…์— ๋‹ฌ์•˜๋„๋‹ค 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.
4๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ธ๋„ํ•˜์—ฌ ์ž”์นซ์ง‘์— ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ”์œผ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๋‚ด ์œ„์— ๊นƒ๋ฐœ์ด๋กœ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5๋„ˆํฌ๋Š” ๊ฑดํฌ๋„๋กœ ๋‚ด ํž˜์„ ๋•๊ณ  ์‚ฌ๊ณผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์‹œ์›ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋ฏ€๋กœ ๋ณ‘์ด ์ƒ๊ฒผ์Œ์ด๋ผ Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์™ผํŒ”๋กœ ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ ์ด๊ณ  ์˜ค๋ฅธํŒ”๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์•ˆ๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7์˜ˆ๋ฃจ์‚ด๋ ˜ ๋”ธ๋“ค์•„ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋…ธ๋ฃจ์™€ ๋“ค์‚ฌ์Šด์„ ๋‘๊ณ  ๋„ˆํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ถ€ํƒํ•œ๋‹ค ๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด ์›ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์—๋Š” ํ”๋“ค์ง€ ๋ง๊ณ  ๊นจ์šฐ์ง€ ๋ง์ง€๋‹ˆ๋ผ I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๋ณด๋ผ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฐ์—์„œ ๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ž‘์€ ์‚ฐ์„ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋„˜์–ด์˜ค๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž๋Š” ๋…ธ๋ฃจ์™€๋„ ๊ฐ™๊ณ  ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์‚ฌ์Šด๊ณผ๋„ ๊ฐ™์•„์„œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒฝ ๋’ค์— ์„œ์„œ ์ฐฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋“ค์—ฌ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ฐฝ์‚ด ํ‹ˆ์œผ๋กœ ์—ฟ๋ณด๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜์—ฌ ์ด๋ฅด๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘, ๋‚ด ์–ด์—ฌ์œ ์ž์•ผ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์„œ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๊ฐ€์ž My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11๊ฒจ์šธ๋„ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ณ  ๋น„๋„ ๊ทธ์ณค๊ณ  For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12์ง€๋ฉด์—๋Š” ๊ฝƒ์ด ํ”ผ๊ณ  ์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋…ธ๋ž˜ํ•  ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ฅด๋ €๋Š”๋ฐ ๋น„๋‘˜๊ธฐ์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋•…์— ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13๋ฌดํ™”๊ณผ๋‚˜๋ฌด์—๋Š” ํ‘ธ๋ฅธ ์—ด๋งค๊ฐ€ ์ต์—ˆ๊ณ  ํฌ๋„๋‚˜๋ฌด๋Š” ๊ฝƒ์„ ํ”ผ์›Œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ† ํ•˜๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘, ๋‚˜์˜ ์–ด์—ฌ์œ ์ž์•ผ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์„œ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๊ฐ€์ž The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14๋ฐ”์œ„ ํ‹ˆ ๋‚ญ๋– ๋Ÿฌ์ง€ ์€๋ฐ€ํ•œ ๊ณณ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋‚˜์˜ ๋น„๋‘˜๊ธฐ์•ผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ค ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ผ ๋„ค ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ฃ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ผ ๋„ค ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋„ค ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ตฌ๋‚˜ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•˜์—ฌ ์—ฌ์šฐ ๊ณง ํฌ๋„์›์„ ํ—ˆ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ์—ฌ์šฐ๋ฅผ ์žก์œผ๋ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ํฌ๋„์›์— ๊ฝƒ์ด ํ”ผ์—ˆ์Œ์ด๋ผ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์†ํ•˜์˜€๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ์†ํ•˜์˜€๋„๋‹ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฑํ•ฉํ™” ๊ฐ€์šด๋ฐ์—์„œ ์–‘ ๋–ผ๋ฅผ ๋จน์ด๋Š”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ํ•ด์„ค My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์•ผ ๋‚ ์ด ์ €๋ฌผ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๋Œ์•„์™€์„œ ๋ฒ ๋ฐ๋ฅด ์‚ฐ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ฃจ์™€ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์‚ฌ์Šด ๊ฐ™์„์ง€๋ผ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

๊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 5

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