שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים 6
| אָ֚נָה הָלַ֣ךְ דֹּודֵ֔ךְ הַיָּפָ֖ה בַּנָּשִׁ֑ים אָ֚נָה פָּנָ֣ה דֹודֵ֔ךְ וּנְבַקְשֶׁ֖נּוּ עִמָּֽךְ׃ | 1 |
To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
| דֹּודִי֙ יָרַ֣ד לְגַנֹּ֔ו לַעֲרוּגֹ֖ות הַבֹּ֑שֶׂם לִרְעֹות֙ בַּגַּנִּ֔ים וְלִלְקֹ֖ט שֹֽׁושַׁנִּֽים׃ | 2 |
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
| אֲנִ֤י לְדֹודִי֙ וְדֹודִ֣י לִ֔י הָרֹעֶ֖ה בַּשֹּׁושַׁנִּֽים׃ ס | 3 |
I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
| יָפָ֨ה אַ֤תְּ רַעְיָתִי֙ כְּתִרְצָ֔ה נָאוָ֖ה כִּירוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם אֲיֻמָּ֖ה כַּנִּדְגָּלֹֽות׃ | 4 |
You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
| הָסֵ֤בִּי עֵינַ֙יִךְ֙ מִנֶּגְדִּ֔י שֶׁ֥הֵ֖ם הִרְהִיבֻ֑נִי שַׂעְרֵךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽעִזִּ֔ים שֶׁגָּלְשׁ֖וּ מִן־הַגִּלְעָֽד׃ | 5 |
Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
| שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הֽ͏ָרְחֵלִ֔ים שֶׁעָל֖וּ מִן־הָרַחְצָ֑ה שֶׁכֻּלָּם֙ מַתְאִימֹ֔ות וְשַׁכֻּלָ֖ה אֵ֥ין בָּהֶֽם׃ | 6 |
Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
| כְּפֶ֤לַח הָרִמֹּון֙ רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ מִבַּ֖עַד לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃ | 7 |
As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
| שִׁשִּׁ֥ים הֵ֙מָּה֙ מְּלָכֹ֔ות וּשְׁמֹנִ֖ים פִּֽילַגְשִׁ֑ים וַעֲלָמֹ֖ות אֵ֥ין מִסְפָּֽר׃ | 8 |
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
| אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ יֹונָתִ֣י תַמָּתִ֔י אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ לְאִמָּ֔הּ בָּרָ֥ה הִ֖יא לְיֹֽולַדְתָּ֑הּ רָא֤וּהָ בָנֹות֙ וַֽיְאַשְּׁר֔וּהָ מְלָכֹ֥ות וּפִֽילַגְשִׁ֖ים וַֽיְהַלְלֽוּהָ׃ ס | 9 |
One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
| מִי־זֹ֥את הַנִּשְׁקָפָ֖ה כְּמֹו־שָׁ֑חַר יָפָ֣ה כַלְּבָנָ֗ה בָּרָה֙ כַּֽחַמָּ֔ה אֲיֻמָּ֖ה כַּנִּדְגָּלֹֽות׃ ס | 10 |
“Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
| אֶל־גִּנַּ֤ת אֱגֹוז֙ יָרַ֔דְתִּי לִרְאֹ֖ות בְּאִבֵּ֣י הַנָּ֑חַל לִרְאֹות֙ הֲפָֽרְחָ֣ה הַגֶּ֔פֶן הֵנֵ֖צוּ הָרִמֹּנִֽים׃ | 11 |
To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
| לֹ֣א יָדַ֔עְתִּי נַפְשִׁ֣י שָׂמַ֔תְנִי מַרְכְּבֹ֖ות עַמִּי־נָדִֽיב׃ | 12 |
I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
| שׁ֤וּבִי שׁ֙וּבִי֙ הַשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית שׁ֥וּבִי שׁ֖וּבִי וְנֶחֱזֶה־בָּ֑ךְ מַֽה־תֶּחֱזוּ֙ בַּשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית כִּמְחֹלַ֖ת הַֽמַּחֲנָֽיִם׃ | 13 |
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
