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שִׁ יר הַשִּׁירִים אֲשֶׁר לִשְׁלֹמֹֽה׃ | 1 |
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
יִשָּׁקֵנִי מִנְּשִׁיקוֹת פִּיהוּ כִּֽי־טוֹבִים דֹּדֶיךָ מִיָּֽיִן׃ | 2 |
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
לְרֵיחַ שְׁמָנֶיךָ טוֹבִים שֶׁמֶן תּוּרַק שְׁמֶךָ עַל־כֵּן עֲלָמוֹת אֲהֵבֽוּךָ׃ | 3 |
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
מׇשְׁכֵנִי אַחֲרֶיךָ נָּרוּצָה הֱבִיאַנִי הַמֶּלֶךְ חֲדָרָיו נָגִילָה וְנִשְׂמְחָה בָּךְ נַזְכִּירָה דֹדֶיךָ מִיַּיִן מֵישָׁרִים אֲהֵבֽוּךָ׃ | 4 |
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
שְׁחוֹרָה אֲנִי וְֽנָאוָה בְּנוֹת יְרוּשָׁלָ͏ִם כְּאׇהֳלֵי קֵדָר כִּירִיעוֹת שְׁלֹמֹֽה׃ | 5 |
I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
אַל־תִּרְאוּנִי שֶׁאֲנִי שְׁחַרְחֹרֶת שֶׁשְּׁזָפַתְנִי הַשָּׁמֶשׁ בְּנֵי אִמִּי נִֽחֲרוּ־בִי שָׂמֻנִי נֹטֵרָה אֶת־הַכְּרָמִים כַּרְמִי שֶׁלִּי לֹא נָטָֽרְתִּי׃ | 6 |
Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
הַגִּידָה לִּי שֶׁאָֽהֲבָה נַפְשִׁי אֵיכָה תִרְעֶה אֵיכָה תַּרְבִּיץ בַּֽצׇּהֳרָיִם שַׁלָּמָה אֶֽהְיֶה כְּעֹטְיָה עַל עֶדְרֵי חֲבֵרֶֽיךָ׃ | 7 |
Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
אִם־לֹא תֵֽדְעִי לָךְ הַיָּפָה בַּנָּשִׁים צְֽאִי־לָךְ בְּעִקְבֵי הַצֹּאן וּרְעִי אֶת־גְּדִיֹּתַיִךְ עַל מִשְׁכְּנוֹת הָרֹעִֽים׃ | 8 |
If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
לְסֻֽסָתִי בְּרִכְבֵי פַרְעֹה דִּמִּיתִיךְ רַעְיָתִֽי׃ | 9 |
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
נָאווּ לְחָיַיִךְ בַּתֹּרִים צַוָּארֵךְ בַּחֲרוּזִֽים׃ | 10 |
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
תּוֹרֵי זָהָב נַֽעֲשֶׂה־לָּךְ עִם נְקֻדּוֹת הַכָּֽסֶף׃ | 11 |
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
עַד־שֶׁהַמֶּלֶךְ בִּמְסִבּוֹ נִרְדִּי נָתַן רֵיחֽוֹ׃ | 12 |
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
צְרוֹר הַמֹּר ׀ דּוֹדִי לִי בֵּין שָׁדַי יָלִֽין׃ | 13 |
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
אֶשְׁכֹּל הַכֹּפֶר ׀ דּוֹדִי לִי בְּכַרְמֵי עֵין גֶּֽדִי׃ | 14 |
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
הִנָּךְ יָפָה רַעְיָתִי הִנָּךְ יָפָה עֵינַיִךְ יוֹנִֽים׃ | 15 |
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
הִנְּךָ יָפֶה דוֹדִי אַף נָעִים אַף־עַרְשֵׂנוּ רַעֲנָנָֽה׃ | 16 |
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
קֹרוֹת בָּתֵּינוּ אֲרָזִים (רחיטנו) [רַהִיטֵנוּ] בְּרוֹתִֽים׃ | 17 |
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.