Song of Solomon 6
1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
| אָנָה הָלַךְ דּוֹדֵךְ הַיָּפָה בַּנָּשִׁים אָנָה פָּנָה דוֹדֵךְ וּנְבַקְשֶׁנּוּ עִמָּֽךְ׃ |
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
| דּוֹדִי יָרַד לְגַנּוֹ לַעֲרוּגוֹת הַבֹּשֶׂם לִרְעוֹת בַּגַּנִּים וְלִלְקֹט שֽׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ |
3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
| אֲנִי לְדוֹדִי וְדוֹדִי לִי הָרֹעֶה בַּשׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ |
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
| יָפָה אַתְּ רַעְיָתִי כְּתִרְצָה נָאוָה כִּירוּשָׁלָ͏ִם אֲיֻמָּה כַּנִּדְגָּלֽוֹת׃ |
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
| הָסֵבִּי עֵינַיִךְ מִנֶּגְדִּי שֶׁהֵם הִרְהִיבֻנִי שַׂעְרֵךְ כְּעֵדֶר הָֽעִזִּים שֶׁגָּלְשׁוּ מִן־הַגִּלְעָֽד׃ |
6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
| שִׁנַּיִךְ כְּעֵדֶר הֽ͏ָרְחֵלִים שֶׁעָלוּ מִן־הָרַחְצָה שֶׁכֻּלָּם מַתְאִימוֹת וְשַׁכֻּלָה אֵין בָּהֶֽם׃ |
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
| כְּפֶלַח הָרִמּוֹן רַקָּתֵךְ מִבַּעַד לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃ |
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
| שִׁשִּׁים הֵמָּה מְּלָכוֹת וּשְׁמֹנִים פִּֽילַגְשִׁים וַעֲלָמוֹת אֵין מִסְפָּֽר׃ |
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
| אַחַת הִיא יוֹנָתִי תַמָּתִי אַחַת הִיא לְאִמָּהּ בָּרָה הִיא לְיֽוֹלַדְתָּהּ רָאוּהָ בָנוֹת וַֽיְאַשְּׁרוּהָ מְלָכוֹת וּפִֽילַגְשִׁים וַֽיְהַלְלֽוּהָ׃ |
10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
| מִי־זֹאת הַנִּשְׁקָפָה כְּמוֹ־שָׁחַר יָפָה כַלְּבָנָה בָּרָה כַּֽחַמָּה אֲיֻמָּה כַּנִּדְגָּלֽוֹת׃ |
11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
| אֶל־גִּנַּת אֱגוֹז יָרַדְתִּי לִרְאוֹת בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל לִרְאוֹת הֲפָֽרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִֽים׃ |
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
| לֹא יָדַעְתִּי נַפְשִׁי שָׂמַתְנִי מַרְכְּבוֹת עַמִּי־נָדִֽיב׃ |
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
| שׁוּבִי שׁוּבִי הַשּׁוּלַמִּית שׁוּבִי שׁוּבִי וְנֶחֱזֶה־בָּךְ מַֽה־תֶּחֱזוּ בַּשּׁוּלַמִּית כִּמְחֹלַת הַֽמַּחֲנָֽיִם׃ |
