< Song of Solomon 1 >

1 THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
هَذَا نَشِيدُ الأَنَاشِيدِ لِسُلَيْمَانَ.١
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِيَلْثِمْنِي بِقُبْلاتِ فَمِهِ، لأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَلَذُّ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ.٢
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
رَائِحَةُ عُطُورِكَ شَذِيَّةٌ، وَاسْمُكَ أَرِيجٌ مَسْكُوبٌ؛ لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ الْعَذَارَى.٣
4 Draw me, we will run after thee; the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
اجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ، أَدْخَلَنِي الْمَلِكُ إِلَى مَخَادِعِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ بِكَ وَنَفْرَحُ، وَنَمْدَحُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ، فَالَّذِينَ أَحَبُّوكَ مُحِقُّونَ.٤
5 'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
سَمْرَاءُ أَنَا، وَلَكِنَّنِي رَائِعَةُ الْجَمَالِ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ. أَنَا سَمْرَاءُ كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ. أَوْ كَسُرَادِقِ سُلَيْمَانَ.٥
6 Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'
لَا تَنْظُرْنَ إِلَيَّ لأَنَّنِي سَمْرَاءُ، فَإِنَّ الشَّمْسَ قَدْ لَوَّحَتْنِي. إِخْوَتِي قَدْ غَضِبُوا مِنِّي فَأَقَامُونِي حَارِسَةً لِلْكُرُومِ، أَمَّا كَرْمِي فَلَمْ أَنْطُرْهُ.٦
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself beside the flocks 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 know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.
(الْمُحِبُّ): إِنْ كُنْتِ لَا تَعْلَمِينَ يَا أَجْمَلَ النِّسَاءِ، فَاقْتَفِي أَثَرَ الْغَنَمِ، وَارْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ الرُّعَاةِ.٨
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
إِنِّي أُشَبِّهُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ.٩
10 Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِالْحُلِيِّ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِالْقَلائِدِ الذَّهَبِيَّةِ.١٠
11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
سَنَصْنَعُ لَكِ أَقْرَاطاً مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ.١١
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): بَيْنَمَا الْمَلِكُ مُسْتَلْقٍ عَلَى أَرِيكَتِهِ فَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتِهِ.١٢
13 My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
حَبِيبِي صُرَّةُ مُرٍّ لِي، هَاجِعٌ بَيْنَ نَهْدَيَّ.١٣
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
حَبِيبِي لِي عُنْقُودُ حِنَّاءَ فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ.١٤
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
(المُحِبُّ): كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ!١٥
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): كَمْ أَنْتَ وَسِيمٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَجَذَّابٌ حَقّاً! أَنْتَ حُلْوٌ وَأَرِيكَتُنَا مُخْضَرَّةٌ.١٦
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
عَوَارِضُ بَيْتِنَا خَشَبُ أَرْزٍ وَرَوَافِدُنَا خَشَبُ سَرْوٍ.١٧

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