Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.
| (المُحِبُّ): قَدْ جِئْتُ إِلَى جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا عَرُوسِي، وَقَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ أَطْيَابِي، وَأَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي، وَشَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): كُلُوا أَيُّهَا الْخُلّانُ. اشْرَبُوا حَتَّى الانْتِشَاءِ أَيُّهَا المُحِبُّونَ. | ١ |
2 I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): قَدْ نِمْتُ وَلَكِنَّ قَلْبِي كَانَ مُسْتَيْقِظاً. آهِ، اسْمَعُوا! هَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعاً قَائِلاً: افْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا حَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! فَإِنَّ رَأْسِي قَدِ ابْتَلَّ مِنَ النَّدَى وَشَعْرِي مِنْ طَلِّ اللَّيْلِ. | ٢ |
3 I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
| فَقُلْتُ: قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي فَكَيْفَ أَرْتَدِيهِ ثَانِيَةً؟ غَسَلْتُ قَدَمَيَّ فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟ | ٣ |
4 My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.
| مَدَّ حَبِيبِي يَدَهُ مِنْ كُوَّةِ الْبَابِ، فَتَحَرَّكَتْ لَهُ مَشَاعِرِي، | ٤ |
5 I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
| فَنَهَضْتُ لأَفْتَحَ لَهُ بِيَدَيْنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً، وَأَصَابِعَ تَفِيضُ عِطْراً عَلَى مِزْلاجِ الْبَابِ. | ٥ |
6 I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
| فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي كَانَ قَدِ انْصَرَفَ وَعَبَرَ فَفَارَقَتْنِي نَفْسِي حِينَ ابْتَعَدَ. بَحَثْتُ عَنْهُ فَلَمْ أَجِدْهُ، دَعَوْتُهُ فَلَمْ يُجِبْ. | ٦ |
7 The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.
| وَجَدَنِي الْحُرَّاسُ الْمُتَجَوِّلُونَ فِي الْمَدِينَةِ، فَانْهَالُوا عَلَيَّ ضَرْباً فَجَرَحُونِي. نَزَعَ حُرَّاسُ الأَسْوَارِ رِدَائِي عَنِّي. | ٧ |
8 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
| أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُبَلِّغْنَهُ أَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً. | ٨ |
9 O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
| (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ؟ بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ حَتَّى تَسْتَحْلِفِينَا هَكَذَا؟ | ٩ |
10 My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي مُتَأَلِّقٌ وَأَحْمَرُ، مُتَمَيِّزٌ بَيْنَ الآلَافِ. | ١٠ |
11 His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.
| رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ خَالِصٌ وَشَعْرُهُ مُتَمَوِّجٌ حَالِكُ السَّوَادِ كَلَوْنِ الْغُرَابِ. | ١١ |
12 His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.
| عَيْنَاهُ حَمَامَتَانِ عِنْدَ مَجَارِي الْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ مُسْتَقِرَّتَانِ فِي مَوْضِعِهِمَا. | ١٢ |
13 His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
| خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ طِيبٍ تَفُوحَانِ عِطْراً، وَشَفَتَاهُ كَالسَّوْسَنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً شَذِيّاً. | ١٣ |
14 His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
| يَدَاهُ حَلَقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُدَوَّرَتَانِ وَمُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِالزَّبَرْجَدِ، وَجِسْمُهُ عَاجٌ مَصْقُولٌ مُغَشّىً بِالْيَاقُوتِ الأَزْرَقِ. | ١٤ |
15 His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
| سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ قَائِمَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ نَقِيٍّ، طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ، كَأَبْهَى أَشْجَارِ الأَرْزِ. | ١٥ |
16 His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
| فَمُهُ عَذْبٌ، وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا هُوَ حَبِيبِي وَهَذَا هُوَ خَلِيلِي يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ! | ١٦ |
