< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 How I wish you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you on the street I could kiss you and no one would tell me off.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لَيْتَكَ كُنْتَ أَخِي الَّذِي رَضَعَ ثَدْيَ أُمِّي، حَتَّى إِذَا الْتَقَيْتُكَ فِي الْخَارِجِ أُقَبِّلُكَ وَلَيْسَ مَنْ يَلُومُنِي!١
2 Then I could take you home to my mother's house, where she used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate.
ثُمَّ أَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي الَّتِي تُعَلِّمُنِي الْحُبَّ، فَأُقَدِّمُ لَكَ خَمْرَةً مَمْزُوجَةً مِنْ سُلافِ رُمَّانِي.٢
3 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.٣
4 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ وَلا تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.٤
5 Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her? Woman: I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.
(بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): مَنْ هَذِهِ الصَّاعِدَةُ مِنَ الْقَفْرِ مُتَّكِئَةً عَلَى حَبِيبِهَا؟ (المُحِبُّ): تَحْتَ شَجَرَةِ التُّفَّاحِ حَيْثُ حَبِلَتْ بِكِ أُمُّكِ، وَحَيْثُ تَمَخَّضَتْ بِكِ وَأَنْجَبَتْكِ، أَيْقَظْتُ فِيكِ أَشْوَاقَكِ.٥
6 Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord. (Sheol h7585)
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): اجْعَلْنِي كَخَاتَمٍ عَلَى قَلْبِكَ، كَوَشْمٍ عَلَى ذِرَاعِكَ، فَإِنَّ الْمَحَبَّةَ قَوِيَّةٌ كَالْمَوْتِ، وَالْغَيْرَةَ قَاسِيَةٌ كَالْهَاوِيَةِ. وَلَهِيبَهَا لَهِيبُ نَارٍ، كَأَنَّهَا نَارُ الرَّبِّ! (Sheol h7585)٦
7 Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.
لَا يُمْكِنُ لِلْمِيَاهِ الْغَزِيرَةِ أَنْ تُخْمِدَ الْمَحَبَّةَ، وَلا تَسْتَطِيعُ السُّيُولُ أَنْ تَغْمُرَهَا. لَوْ بَذَلَ الإِنْسَانُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ بَيْتِهِ ثَمَناً لِلْمَحَبَّةِ لاحْتُقِرَتْ أَشَدَّ الاحْتِقَارِ.٧
8 We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?
لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَمْ يَنْمُ نَهْدَاهَا بَعْدُ، فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمِ خِطْبَتِهَا؟٨
9 If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.
لَوْ كَانَتْ سُوراً لَبَنَيْنَا عَلَيْهِ صَرْحاً مِنْ فِضَّةٍ، وَلَوْ كَانَتْ بَاباً لَدَعَمْنَاهُ بِأَلْوَاحٍ مِنْ أَرْزٍ.٩
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا كَسُورٍ وَنَهْدَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ، حِينَئِذٍ صِرْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَامِلَةً.١٠
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon which he leased to tenant farmers. Each of them paid him one thousand silver coins for the fruit it produced.
كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلِ هَامُونَ، فَعَهِدَ بِالْكَرْمِ إِلَى النَّوَاطِيرِ عَلَى أَنْ يُؤَدِّيَ كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ مِنْهُمْ أَلْفاً مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِقَاءَ الثَّمَرِ.١١
12 But I own my vineyard, it is mine alone. One thousand silver coins are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who look after it.
لَكِنَّ كَرْمِي الَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. الأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِلنَّوَاطِيرِ.١٢
13 My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!
(المُحِبُّ): أَنْتِ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَالِسَةُ فِي الْجَنَّاتِ، إِنَّ مُرَافِقِيَّ يُصْغُونَ بِانْتِبَاهٍ إِلَى صَوْتِكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي إِيَّاهُ.١٣
14 Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَسْرِعْ إِلَيَّ كَالْهَارِبِ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَالظَّبْيِ أَوِ الأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ عَلَى جِبَالِ الأَطْيَابِ!١٤

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