Song of Solomon 7
1 You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).
| مَا أَجْمَلَ رِجْلَيْكِ بِٱلنَّعْلَيْنِ يَا بِنْتَ ٱلْكَرِيمِ! دَوَائِرُ فَخْذَيْكِ مِثْلُ ٱلْحَلِيِّ، صَنْعَةِ يَدَيْ صَنَّاعٍ. | ١ |
2 Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.
| سُرَّتُكِ كَأْسٌ مُدَوَّرَةٌ، لَا يُعْوِزُهَا شَرَابٌ مَمْزُوجٌ. بَطْنُكِ صُبْرَةُ حِنْطَةٍ مُسَيَّجَةٌ بِٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ٢ |
3 Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).
| ثَدْيَاكِ كَخَشْفَتَيْنِ، تَوْأَمَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ. | ٣ |
4 Your neck is like [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.
| عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجٍ مِنْ عَاجٍ. عَيْنَاكِ كَٱلْبِرَكِ فِي حَشْبُونَ عِنْدَ بَابِ بَثِّ رَبِّيمَ. أَنْفُكِ كَبُرْجِ لُبْنَانَ ٱلنَّاظِرِ تُجَاهَ دِمَشْقَ. | ٤ |
5 Your head is [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.
| رَأْسُكِ عَلَيْكِ مِثْلُ ٱلْكَرْمَلِ، وَشَعْرُ رَأْسِكِ كَأُرْجُوَانٍ. مَلِكٌ قَدْ أُسِرَ بِٱلْخُصَلِ. | ٥ |
6 You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.
| مَا أَجْمَلَكِ وَمَا أَحْلَاكِ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْحَبِيبَةُ بِٱللَّذَّاتِ! | ٦ |
7 You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.
| قَامَتُكِ هَذِهِ شَبِيهَةٌ بِٱلنَّخْلَةِ، وَثَدْيَاكِ بِٱلْعَنَاقِيدِ. | ٧ |
8 I said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples
| قُلْتُ: «إِنِّي أَصْعَدُ إِلَى ٱلنَّخْلَةِ وَأُمْسِكُ بِعُذُوقِهَا». وَتَكُونُ ثَدْيَاكِ كَعَنَاقِيدِ ٱلْكَرْمِ، وَرَائِحَةُ أَنْفِكِ كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ، | ٨ |
9 and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.
| وَحَنَكُكِ كَأَجْوَدِ ٱلْخَمْرِ. لِحَبِيبِي ٱلسَّائِغَةُ ٱلْمُرَقْرِقَةُ ٱلسَّائِحَةُ عَلَى شِفَاهِ ٱلنَّائِمِينَ. | ٩ |
10 I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.
| أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وَإِلَيَّ ٱشْتِيَاقُهُ. | ١٠ |
11 You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).
| تَعَالَ يَاحَبِيبِي لِنَخْرُجْ إِلَى ٱلْحَقْلِ، وَلْنَبِتْ فِي ٱلْقُرَى. | ١١ |
12 And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make love to you.
| لِنُبَكِّرَنَّ إِلَى ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِنَنْظُرَ: هَلْ أَزْهَرَ ٱلْكَرْمُ؟ هَلْ تَفَتَّحَ ٱلْقُعَالُ؟ هَلْ نَوَّرَ ٱلرُّمَّانُ؟ هُنَالِكَ أُعْطِيكَ حُبِّي. | ١٢ |
13 The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.
| اَللُّفَّاحُ يَفُوحُ رَائِحَةً، وَعِنْدَ أَبْوَابِنَا كُلُّ ٱلنَّفَائِسِ مِنْ جَدِيدَةٍ وَقَدِيمَةٍ، ذَخَرْتُهَا لَكَ يَاحَبِيبِي. | ١٣ |
