Song of Solomon 5

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.

١ قَدْ دَخَلْتُ جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ طِيبِي. أَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي. شَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. كُلُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْأَصْحَابُ. ٱشْرَبُوا وَٱسْكَرُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْأَحِبَّاءُ.

2 I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

٢ أَنَا نَائِمَةٌ وَقَلْبِي مُسْتَيْقِظٌ. صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعًا: «اِفْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاحَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! لِأَنَّ رَأْسِي ٱمْتَلَأَ مِنَ ٱلطَّلِّ، وَقُصَصِي مِنْ نُدَى ٱللَّيْلِ».

3 I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

٣ قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي، فَكَيْفَ أَلْبَسُهُ؟ قَدْ غَسَلْتُ رِجْلَيَّ، فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟

4 My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.

٤ حَبِيبِي مَدَّ يَدَهُ مِنَ ٱلْكَوَّةِ، فَأَنَّتْ عَلَيْهِ أَحْشَائِي.

5 I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

٥ قُمْتُ لِأَفْتَحَ لِحَبِيبِي وَيَدَايَ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرًّا، وَأَصَابِعِي مُرٌّ قَاطِرٌ عَلَى مَقْبَضِ ٱلْقُفْلِ.

6 I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.

٦ فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي تَحَوَّلَ وَعَبَرَ. نَفْسِي خَرَجَتْ عِنْدَمَا أَدْبَرَ. طَلَبْتُهُ فَمَا وَجَدْتُهُ. دَعَوْتُهُ فَمَا أَجَابَنِي.

7 The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

٧ وَجَدَنِي ٱلْحَرَسُ ٱلطَّائِفُ فِي ٱلْمَدِينَةِ. ضَرَبُونِي. جَرَحُونِي. حَفَظَةُ ٱلْأَسْوَارِ رَفَعُوا إِزَارِي عَنِّي.

8 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

٨ أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُخْبِرْنَهُ بِأَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا.

9 What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

٩ مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ! مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ حَتَّى تُحَلِّفِينَا هَكَذَا!

10 My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.

١٠ حَبِيبِي أَبْيَضُ وَأَحْمَرُ. مُعْلَمٌ بَيْنَ رَبْوَةٍ.

11 His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.

١١ رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ إِبْرِيزٌ. قُصَصُهُ مُسْتَرْسِلَةٌ حَالِكَةٌ كَٱلْغُرَابِ.

12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.

١٢ عَيْنَاهُ كَٱلْحَمَامِ عَلَى مَجَارِي ٱلْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ بِٱللَّبَنِ، جَالِسَتَانِ فِي وَقْبَيْهِمَا.

13 His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

١٣ خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ ٱلطِّيبِ وَأَتْلَامِ رَيَاحِينَ ذَكِيَّةٍ. شَفَتَاهُ سُوْسَنٌ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرًّا مَائِعًا.

14 His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.

١٤ يَدَاهُ حَلْقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ، مُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِٱلزَّبَرْجَدِ. بَطْنُهُ عَاجٌ أَبْيَضُ مُغَلَّفٌ بِٱلْيَاقُوتِ ٱلْأَزْرَقِ.

15 His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.

١٥ سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ، مُؤَسَّسَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ إِبْرِيزٍ. طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ. فَتًى كَٱلْأَرْزِ.

16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

١٦ حَلْقُهُ حَلَاوَةٌ وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا حَبِيبِي، وَهَذَا خَلِيلِي، يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ.