Song of Solomon 8
1 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لَيْتَكَ كُنْتَ أَخِي الَّذِي رَضَعَ ثَدْيَ أُمِّي، حَتَّى إِذَا الْتَقَيْتُكَ فِي الْخَارِجِ أُقَبِّلُكَ وَلَيْسَ مَنْ يَلُومُنِي! | ١ |
2 I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed 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 [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
| شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٣ |
4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
| أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ وَلا تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٤ |
5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
| (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 thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (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 are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
| 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, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
| لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَمْ يَنْمُ نَهْدَاهَا بَعْدُ، فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمِ خِطْبَتِهَا؟ | ٨ |
9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work 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 as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا كَسُورٍ وَنَهْدَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ، حِينَئِذٍ صِرْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَامِلَةً. | ١٠ |
11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
| كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلِ هَامُونَ، فَعَهِدَ بِالْكَرْمِ إِلَى النَّوَاطِيرِ عَلَى أَنْ يُؤَدِّيَ كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ مِنْهُمْ أَلْفاً مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِقَاءَ الثَّمَرِ. | ١١ |
12 My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
| لَكِنَّ كَرْمِي الَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. الأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِلنَّوَاطِيرِ. | ١٢ |
13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
| (المُحِبُّ): أَنْتِ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَالِسَةُ فِي الْجَنَّاتِ، إِنَّ مُرَافِقِيَّ يُصْغُونَ بِانْتِبَاهٍ إِلَى صَوْتِكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي إِيَّاهُ. | ١٣ |
14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَسْرِعْ إِلَيَّ كَالْهَارِبِ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَالظَّبْيِ أَوِ الأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ عَلَى جِبَالِ الأَطْيَابِ! | ١٤ |
