Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
| (المُحِبُّ): مَا أَرْشَقَ خَطْوَاتِ قَدَمَيْكِ بِالْحِذَاءِ يَا بِنْتَ الأَمِيرِ! فَخْذَاكِ الْمُسْتَدِيرَانِ كَجَوْهَرَتَيْنِ صَاغَتْهُمَا يَدُ صَانِعٍ حَاذِقٍ. | ١ |
2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
| سُرَّتُكِ كَأْسٌ مُدَوَّرَةٌ، لَا تَحْتَاجُ إِلَى خَمْرَةٍ مَمْزُوجَةٍ، وَبَطْنُكِ كُومَةُ حِنْطَةٍ مُسَيَّجَةٌ بِالسَّوْسَنِ. | ٢ |
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
| نَهْدَاكِ كَتَوْأَمَي ظَبْيَةٍ. | ٣ |
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
| عُنُقُكِ (مَصْقُولٌ) كَبُرْجٍ مِنْ عَاجٍ. عَيْنَاكِ (عَمِيقَتَانِ سَاكِنَتَانِ) كَبِرْكَتَيْ حَشْبُونَ عِنْدَ بَابِ بَثِّ رَبِّيمَ. أَنْفُكِ (شَامِخٌ) كَبُرْجِ لُبْنَانَ الْمُشْرِفِ عَلَى دِمَشْقَ، | ٤ |
5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
| رَأْسُكِ كَالكَرْمَلِ، وَغَدَائِرُ شَعْرِكِ الْمُتَهَدِّلَةُ كَأُرْجُوَانٍ، قَدْ وَقَعَ الْمَلِكُ أَسِيرَ هَذِهِ الْخُصَلِ. | ٥ |
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
| مَا أَجْمَلَكِ أَيَّتُهَا الْحَبِيبَةُ وَمَا أَلَذَّكِ بِالْمَسَرَّاتِ! | ٦ |
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
| قَامَتُكِ هَذِهِ مِثْلُ النَّخْلَةِ، وَنَهْدَاكِ مِثْلُ الْعَنَاقِيدِ. | ٧ |
8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
| قُلْتُ: لأَصْعَدَنَّ إِلَى النَّخْلَةِ وَأُمْسِكَنَّ بِثِمَارِهَا، فَيَكُونَ لِي نَهْدَاكِ كَعَنَاقِيدِ الْكَرْمِ، وَعَبِيرُ أَنْفَاسِكِ كَأَرِيجِ التُّفَّاحِ. | ٨ |
9 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
| فَمُكِ كَأَجْوَدِ الْخَمْرِ! (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِتَكُنْ سَائِغَةً لِحَبِيبِي، تَسِيلُ عَذْبَةً عَلَى شِفَاهِ النَّائِمِينَ. | ٩ |
10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
| أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وإِلَيَّ تَشَوُّقُهُ. | ١٠ |
11 Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
| تَعَالَ يَا حَبِيبِي لِنَمْضِ إِلَى الْحَقْلِ وَلْنَبِتْ فِي الْقُرَى. | ١١ |
12 Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
| لِنَخْرُجْ مُبَكِّرَيْنِ إِلَى الْكُرُومِ، لِنَرَى هَلْ أَفْرَخَتِ الْكَرْمَةُ، وَهَلَ تَفَتَّحَتْ بَرَاعِمُهَا، وَهَلْ نَوَّرَ الرُّمَّانُ؟ هُنَاكَ أَهَبُكَ حُبِّي. | ١٢ |
13 The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
| قَدْ نَشَرَ اللُّفَّاحُ أَرِيجَهُ، وَتَدَلَّتْ فَوْقَ بَابِنَا أَفْخَرُ الثِّمَارِ، قَدِيمُهَا وَحَدِيثُهَا، الَّتِي ادَّخَرْتُهَا لَكَ يَا حَبِيبِي. | ١٣ |
