שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים 6

1 אָ֚נָה הָלַ֣ךְ דֹּודֵ֔ךְ הַיָּפָ֖ה בַּנָּשִׁ֑ים אָ֚נָה פָּנָ֣ה דֹודֵ֔ךְ וּנְבַקְשֶׁ֖נּוּ עִמָּֽךְ׃

So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look for him with you?

2 דֹּודִי֙ יָרַ֣ד לְגַנֹּ֔ו לַעֲרוּגֹ֖ות הַבֹּ֑שֶׂם לִרְעֹות֙ בַּגַּנִּ֔ים וְלִלְקֹ֖ט שֹֽׁושַׁנִּֽים׃

My love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.

3 אֲנִ֤י לְדֹודִי֙ וְדֹודִ֣י לִ֔י הָרֹעֶ֖ה בַּשֹּׁושַׁנִּֽים׃ ס

I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.

4 יָפָ֨ה אַ֤תְּ רַעְיָתִי֙ כְּתִרְצָ֔ה נָאוָ֖ה כִּירוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם אֲיֻמָּ֖ה כַּנִּדְגָּלֹֽות׃

You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!

5 הָסֵ֤בִּי עֵינַ֙יִךְ֙ מִנֶּגְדִּ֔י שֶׁ֥הֵ֖ם הִרְהִיבֻ֑נִי שַׂעְרֵךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽעִזִּ֔ים שֶׁגָּלְשׁ֖וּ מִן־הַגִּלְעָֽד׃

Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.

6 שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הֽ͏ָרְחֵלִ֔ים שֶׁעָל֖וּ מִן־הָרַחְצָ֑ה שֶׁכֻּלָּם֙ מַתְאִימֹ֔ות וְשַׁכֻּלָ֖ה אֵ֥ין בָּהֶֽם׃

Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!

7 כְּפֶ֤לַח הָרִמֹּון֙ רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ מִבַּ֖עַד לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃

Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.

8 שִׁשִּׁ֥ים הֵ֙מָּה֙ מְּלָכֹ֔ות וּשְׁמֹנִ֖ים פִּֽילַגְשִׁ֑ים וַעֲלָמֹ֖ות אֵ֥ין מִסְפָּֽר׃

There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,

9 אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ יֹונָתִ֣י תַמָּתִ֔י אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ לְאִמָּ֔הּ בָּרָ֥ה הִ֖יא לְיֹֽולַדְתָּ֑הּ רָא֤וּהָ בָנֹות֙ וַֽיְאַשְּׁר֔וּהָ מְלָכֹ֥ות וּפִֽילַגְשִׁ֖ים וַֽיְהַלְלֽוּהָ׃ ס

but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.

10 מִי־זֹ֥את הַנִּשְׁקָפָ֖ה כְּמֹו־שָׁ֑חַר יָפָ֣ה כַלְּבָנָ֗ה בָּרָה֙ כַּֽחַמָּ֔ה אֲיֻמָּ֖ה כַּנִּדְגָּלֹֽות׃ ס

Who is this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!

11 אֶל־גִּנַּ֤ת אֱגֹוז֙ יָרַ֔דְתִּי לִרְאֹ֖ות בְּאִבֵּ֣י הַנָּ֑חַל לִרְאֹות֙ הֲפָֽרְחָ֣ה הַגֶּ֔פֶן הֵנֵ֖צוּ הָרִמֹּנִֽים׃

I went down to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.

12 לֹ֣א יָדַ֔עְתִּי נַפְשִׁ֣י שָׂמַ֔תְנִי מַרְכְּבֹ֖ות עַמִּי־נָדִֽיב׃

I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.

13 שׁ֤וּבִי שׁ֙וּבִי֙ הַשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית שׁ֥וּבִי שׁ֖וּבִי וְנֶחֱזֶה־בָּ֑ךְ מַֽה־תֶּחֱזוּ֙ בַּשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית כִּמְחֹלַ֖ת הַֽמַּחֲנָֽיִם׃

Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?