Song of Solomon 1
| هَذَا نَشِيدُ الأَنَاشِيدِ لِسُلَيْمَانَ. | ١ |
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِيَلْثِمْنِي بِقُبْلاتِ فَمِهِ، لأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَلَذُّ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ. | ٢ |
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
| رَائِحَةُ عُطُورِكَ شَذِيَّةٌ، وَاسْمُكَ أَرِيجٌ مَسْكُوبٌ؛ لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ الْعَذَارَى. | ٣ |
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
| اجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ، أَدْخَلَنِي الْمَلِكُ إِلَى مَخَادِعِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ بِكَ وَنَفْرَحُ، وَنَمْدَحُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ، فَالَّذِينَ أَحَبُّوكَ مُحِقُّونَ. | ٤ |
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
| سَمْرَاءُ أَنَا، وَلَكِنَّنِي رَائِعَةُ الْجَمَالِ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ. أَنَا سَمْرَاءُ كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ. أَوْ كَسُرَادِقِ سُلَيْمَانَ. | ٥ |
6 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
| لَا تَنْظُرْنَ إِلَيَّ لأَنَّنِي سَمْرَاءُ، فَإِنَّ الشَّمْسَ قَدْ لَوَّحَتْنِي. إِخْوَتِي قَدْ غَضِبُوا مِنِّي فَأَقَامُونِي حَارِسَةً لِلْكُرُومِ، أَمَّا كَرْمِي فَلَمْ أَنْطُرْهُ. | ٦ |
7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
| قُلْ لِي يَا مَنْ تُحِبُّهُ نَفْسِي، أَيْنَ تَرْعَى قُطْعَانَكَ وَأَيْنَ تُرْبِضُ بِها عِنْدَ الظَّهِيرَةِ؟ فَلِمَاذَا أَكُونُ كَامْرَأَةٍ مُقَنَّعَةٍ، أَتَجَوَّلُ بِجُوَارِ قُطْعَانِ أَصْحَابِكَ؟ | ٧ |
8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
| (الْمُحِبُّ): إِنْ كُنْتِ لَا تَعْلَمِينَ يَا أَجْمَلَ النِّسَاءِ، فَاقْتَفِي أَثَرَ الْغَنَمِ، وَارْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ الرُّعَاةِ. | ٨ |
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
| إِنِّي أُشَبِّهُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ. | ٩ |
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِالْحُلِيِّ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِالْقَلائِدِ الذَّهَبِيَّةِ. | ١٠ |
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
| سَنَصْنَعُ لَكِ أَقْرَاطاً مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ. | ١١ |
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): بَيْنَمَا الْمَلِكُ مُسْتَلْقٍ عَلَى أَرِيكَتِهِ فَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
| حَبِيبِي صُرَّةُ مُرٍّ لِي، هَاجِعٌ بَيْنَ نَهْدَيَّ. | ١٣ |
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
| حَبِيبِي لِي عُنْقُودُ حِنَّاءَ فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ. | ١٤ |
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
| (المُحِبُّ): كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ! | ١٥ |
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): كَمْ أَنْتَ وَسِيمٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَجَذَّابٌ حَقّاً! أَنْتَ حُلْوٌ وَأَرِيكَتُنَا مُخْضَرَّةٌ. | ١٦ |
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
| عَوَارِضُ بَيْتِنَا خَشَبُ أَرْزٍ وَرَوَافِدُنَا خَشَبُ سَرْوٍ. | ١٧ |
