Song of Solomon 4

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

١ هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ مِنْ تَحْتِ نَقَابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ رَابِضٍ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعَادَ.

2 Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

٢ أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْجَزَائِزِ ٱلصَّادِرَةِ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ، وَلَيْسَ فِيهِنَّ عَقِيمٌ.

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

٣ شَفَتَاكِ كَسِلْكَةٍ مِنَ ٱلْقِرْمِزِ، وَفَمُكِ حُلْوٌ. خَدُّكِ كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

٤ عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ ٱلْمَبْنِيِّ لِلْأَسْلِحَةِ. أَلْفُ مِجَنٍّ عُلِّقَ عَلَيْهِ، كُلُّهَا أَتْرَاسُ ٱلْجَبَابِرَةِ.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

٥ ثَدْيَاكِ كَخِشْفَتَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ.

6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

٦ إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، أَذْهَبُ إِلَى جَبَلِ ٱلْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ ٱللُّبَانِ.

7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

٧ كُلُّكِ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي لَيْسَ فِيكِ عَيْبَةٌ.

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.

٨ هَلُمِّي مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسُ، مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! ٱنْظُرِي مِنْ رَأْسِ أَمَانَةَ، مِنْ رَأْسِ شَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ، مِنْ خُدُورِ ٱلْأُسُودِ، مِنْ جِبَالِ ٱلنُّمُورِ.

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

٩ قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي بِإِحْدَى عَيْنَيْكِ، بِقَلَادَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْ عُنُقِكِ.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

١٠ مَا أَحْسَنَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ! كَمْ مَحَبَّتُكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ! وَكَمْ رَائِحَةُ أَدْهَانِكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنْ كُلِّ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ!

11 Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

١١ شَفَتَاكِ يَا عَرُوسُ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْدًا. تَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ، وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَرَائِحَةِ لُبْنَانَ.

12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

١٢ أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ، عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ، يَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ.

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

١٣ أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ أَثْمَارٍ نَفِيسَةٍ، فَاغِيَةٍ وَنَارِدِينٍ.

14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

١٤ نَارِدِينٍ وَكُرْكُمٍ. قَصَبِ ٱلذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ، مَعَ كُلِّ عُودِ ٱللُّبَانِ. مُرٌّ وَعُودٌ مَعَ كُلِّ أَنْفَسِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ.

15 [Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

١٥ يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ، بِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ، وَسُيُولٌ مِنْ لُبْنَانَ.

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

١٦ اِسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ ٱلشَّمَالِ، وَتَعَالَيْ يَا رِيحَ ٱلْجَنُوبِ! هَبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَتَقْطُرَ أَطْيَابُهَا. لِيَأْتِ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَأْكُلْ ثَمَرَهُ ٱلنَّفِيسَ.