Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother. If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لَيْتَكَ كُنْتَ أَخِي الَّذِي رَضَعَ ثَدْيَ أُمِّي، حَتَّى إِذَا الْتَقَيْتُكَ فِي الْخَارِجِ أُقَبِّلُكَ وَلَيْسَ مَنْ يَلُومُنِي! | ١ |
2 I would lead you, bringing you into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
| ثُمَّ أَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي الَّتِي تُعَلِّمُنِي الْحُبَّ، فَأُقَدِّمُ لَكَ خَمْرَةً مَمْزُوجَةً مِنْ سُلافِ رُمَّانِي. | ٢ |
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
| شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٣ |
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
| أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ وَلا تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٤ |
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore 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 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very 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 Many waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
| 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 little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
| لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَمْ يَنْمُ نَهْدَاهَا بَعْدُ، فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمِ خِطْبَتِهَا؟ | ٨ |
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
| لَوْ كَانَتْ سُوراً لَبَنَيْنَا عَلَيْهِ صَرْحاً مِنْ فِضَّةٍ، وَلَوْ كَانَتْ بَاباً لَدَعَمْنَاهُ بِأَلْوَاحٍ مِنْ أَرْزٍ. | ٩ |
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا كَسُورٍ وَنَهْدَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ، حِينَئِذٍ صِرْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَامِلَةً. | ١٠ |
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
| كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلِ هَامُونَ، فَعَهِدَ بِالْكَرْمِ إِلَى النَّوَاطِيرِ عَلَى أَنْ يُؤَدِّيَ كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ مِنْهُمْ أَلْفاً مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِقَاءَ الثَّمَرِ. | ١١ |
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
| لَكِنَّ كَرْمِي الَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. الأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِلنَّوَاطِيرِ. | ١٢ |
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice.
| (المُحِبُّ): أَنْتِ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَالِسَةُ فِي الْجَنَّاتِ، إِنَّ مُرَافِقِيَّ يُصْغُونَ بِانْتِبَاهٍ إِلَى صَوْتِكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي إِيَّاهُ. | ١٣ |
14 Come away, my beloved. Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَسْرِعْ إِلَيَّ كَالْهَارِبِ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَالظَّبْيِ أَوِ الأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ عَلَى جِبَالِ الأَطْيَابِ! | ١٤ |
