שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים 1
| שִׁ֥יר הַשִּׁירִ֖ים אֲשֶׁ֥ר לִשְׁלֹמֹֽה׃ | 1 |
Solomon's song of songs.
| יִשָּׁקֵ֙נִי֙ מִנְּשִׁיקֹ֣ות פִּ֔יהוּ כִּֽי־טֹובִ֥ים דֹּדֶ֖יךָ מִיָּֽיִן׃ | 2 |
Kiss me, kiss me with your mouth again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
| לְרֵ֙יחַ֙ שְׁמָנֶ֣יךָ טֹובִ֔ים שֶׁ֖מֶן תּוּרַ֣ק שְׁמֶ֑ךָ עַל־כֵּ֖ן עֲלָמֹ֥ות אֲהֵבֽוּךָ׃ | 3 |
I love the way you smell from the perfumed oils you use. You have quite a reputation—it spreads like spilled perfumed oil. It's not surprising that all the young women adore you!
| מָשְׁכֵ֖נִי אַחֲרֶ֣יךָ נָּר֑וּצָה הֱבִיאַ֨נִי הַמֶּ֜לֶךְ חֲדָרָ֗יו נָגִ֤ילָה וְנִשְׂמְחָה֙ בָּ֔ךְ נַזְכִּ֤ירָה דֹדֶ֙יךָ֙ מִיַּ֔יִן מֵישָׁרִ֖ים אֲהֵבֽוּךָ׃ ס | 4 |
Take me by the hand—let's run! (The king has brought me to his bedroom.) Let's be happy together and find pleasure in your love. Your love is far better than wine! Women are right to adore you so!
| שְׁחֹורָ֤ה אֲנִי֙ וְֽנָאוָ֔ה בְּנֹ֖ות יְרוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם כְּאָהֳלֵ֣י קֵדָ֔ר כִּירִיעֹ֖ות שְׁלֹמֹֽה׃ | 5 |
I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
| אַל־תִּרְא֙וּנִי֙ שֶׁאֲנִ֣י שְׁחַרְחֹ֔רֶת שֶׁשֱּׁזָפַ֖תְנִי הַשָּׁ֑מֶשׁ בְּנֵ֧י אִמִּ֣י נִֽחֲרוּ־בִ֗י שָׂמֻ֙נִי֙ נֹטֵרָ֣ה אֶת־הַכְּרָמִ֔ים כַּרְמִ֥י שֶׁלִּ֖י לֹ֥א נָטָֽרְתִּי׃ | 6 |
Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, so I couldn't look after my own vineyard.
| הַגִּ֣ידָה לִּ֗י שֶׁ֤אָהֲבָה֙ נַפְשִׁ֔י אֵיכָ֣ה תִרְעֶ֔ה אֵיכָ֖ה תַּרְבִּ֣יץ בַּֽצָּהֳרָ֑יִם שַׁלָּמָ֤ה אֶֽהְיֶה֙ כְּעֹ֣טְיָ֔ה עַ֖ל עֶדְרֵ֥י חֲבֵרֶֽיךָ׃ | 7 |
My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why should I have to wear a veil while looking for you among the flocks of your companions?
| אִם־לֹ֤א תֵדְעִי֙ לָ֔ךְ הַיָּפָ֖ה בַּנָּשִׁ֑ים צְֽאִי־לָ֞ךְ בְּעִקְבֵ֣י הַצֹּ֗אן וּרְעִי֙ אֶת־גְּדִיֹּתַ֔יִךְ עַ֖ל מִשְׁכְּנֹ֥ות הָרֹעִֽים׃ ס | 8 |
If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.
| לְסֻסָתִי֙ בְּרִכְבֵ֣י פַרְעֹ֔ה דִּמִּיתִ֖יךְ רַעְיָתִֽי׃ | 9 |
My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,
| נָאו֤וּ לְחָיַ֙יִךְ֙ בַּתֹּרִ֔ים צַוָּארֵ֖ךְ בַּחֲרוּזִֽים׃ | 10 |
Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
| תֹּורֵ֤י זָהָב֙ נַעֲשֶׂה־לָּ֔ךְ עִ֖ם נְקֻדֹּ֥ות הַכָּֽסֶף׃ | 11 |
Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.
| עַד־שֶׁ֤הַמֶּ֙לֶךְ֙ בִּמְסִבֹּ֔ו נִרְדִּ֖י נָתַ֥ן רֵיחֹֽו׃ | 12 |
As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
| צְרֹ֨ור הַמֹּ֤ר ׀ דֹּודִי֙ לִ֔י בֵּ֥ין שָׁדַ֖י יָלִֽין׃ | 13 |
My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
| אֶשְׁכֹּ֨ל הַכֹּ֤פֶר ׀ דֹּודִי֙ לִ֔י בְּכַרְמֵ֖י עֵ֥ין גֶּֽדִי׃ ס | 14 |
My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
| הִנָּ֤ךְ יָפָה֙ רַעְיָתִ֔י הִנָּ֥ךְ יָפָ֖ה עֵינַ֥יִךְ יֹונִֽים׃ | 15 |
Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.
| הִנְּךָ֙ יָפֶ֤ה דֹודִי֙ אַ֣ף נָעִ֔ים אַף־עַרְשֵׂ֖נוּ רַעֲנָנָֽה׃ | 16 |
And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
| קֹרֹ֤ות בָּתֵּ֙ינוּ֙ אֲרָזִ֔ים רַחִיטֵנוּ (רַהִיטֵ֖נוּ) בְּרֹותִֽים׃ | 17 |
with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
