שיר השירים 8
| מִי יִתֶּנְךָ כְּאָח לִי יוֹנֵק שְׁדֵי אִמִּי אֶֽמְצָאֲךָ בַחוּץ אֶשָׁקְךָ גַּם לֹא־יָבוּזוּ לִֽי׃ | 1 |
I would that you, O my kinsman, were he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found you without, I would kiss you; yes, they should not despise me.
| אֶנְהָֽגֲךָ אֲבִֽיאֲךָ אֶל־בֵּית אִמִּי תְּלַמְּדֵנִי אַשְׁקְךָ מִיַּיִן הָרֶקַח מֵעֲסִיס רִמֹּנִֽי׃ | 2 |
I would take you, I would bring you into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make you to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
| שְׂמֹאלוֹ תַּחַת רֹאשִׁי וִֽימִינוֹ תְּחַבְּקֵֽנִי׃ | 3 |
His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
| הִשְׁבַּעְתִּי אֶתְכֶם בְּנוֹת יְרוּשָׁלָ͏ִם מַה־תָּעִירוּ ׀ וּֽמַה־תְּעֹֽרְרוּ אֶת־הָאַהֲבָה עַד שֶׁתֶּחְפָּֽץ׃ | 4 |
I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
| מִי זֹאת עֹלָה מִן־הַמִּדְבָּר מִתְרַפֶּקֶת עַל־דּוֹדָהּ תַּחַת הַתַּפּוּחַ עֽוֹרַרְתִּיךָ שָׁמָּה חִבְּלַתְךָ אִמֶּךָ שָׁמָּה חִבְּלָה יְלָדַֽתְךָ׃ | 5 |
Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.
| שִׂימֵנִי כַֽחוֹתָם עַל־לִבֶּךָ כַּֽחוֹתָם עַל־זְרוֹעֶךָ כִּֽי־עַזָּה כַמָּוֶת אַהֲבָה קָשָׁה כִשְׁאוֹל קִנְאָה רְשָׁפֶיהָ רִשְׁפֵּי אֵשׁ שַׁלְהֶבֶתְיָֽה׃ (Sheol h7585) | 6 |
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, [even] the flames thereof. (Sheol h7585)
| מַיִם רַבִּים לֹא יֽוּכְלוּ לְכַבּוֹת אֶת־הָֽאַהֲבָה וּנְהָרוֹת לֹא יִשְׁטְפוּהָ אִם־יִתֵּן אִישׁ אֶת־כָּל־הוֹן בֵּיתוֹ בָּאַהֲבָה בּוֹז יָבוּזוּ לֽוֹ׃ | 7 |
Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly despise it.
| אָחוֹת לָנוּ קְטַנָּה וְשָׁדַיִם אֵין לָהּ מַֽה־נַּעֲשֶׂה לַאֲחֹתֵנוּ בַּיּוֹם שֶׁיְּדֻבַּר־בָּֽהּ׃ | 8 |
Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?
| אִם־חוֹמָה הִיא נִבְנֶה עָלֶיהָ טִירַת כָּסֶף וְאִם־דֶּלֶת הִיא נָצוּר עָלֶיהָ לוּחַ אָֽרֶז׃ | 9 |
If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
| אֲנִי חוֹמָה וְשָׁדַי כַּמִּגְדָּלוֹת אָז הָיִיתִי בְעֵינָיו כְּמוֹצְאֵת שָׁלֽוֹם׃ | 10 |
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
| כֶּרֶם הָיָה לִשְׁלֹמֹה בְּבַעַל הָמוֹן נָתַן אֶת־הַכֶּרֶם לַנֹּטְרִים אִישׁ יָבִא בְּפִרְיוֹ אֶלֶף כָּֽסֶף׃ | 11 |
Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand [pieces] of silver.
| כַּרְמִי שֶׁלִּי לְפָנָי הָאֶלֶף לְךָ שְׁלֹמֹה וּמָאתַיִם לְנֹטְרִים אֶת־פִּרְיֽוֹ׃ | 12 |
My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
| הַיוֹשֶׁבֶת בַּגַּנִּים חֲבֵרִים מַקְשִׁיבִים לְקוֹלֵךְ הַשְׁמִיעִֽינִי׃ | 13 |
You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: make me hear [it].
| בְּרַח ׀ דּוֹדִי וּֽדְמֵה־לְךָ לִצְבִי אוֹ לְעֹפֶר הָֽאַיָּלִים עַל הָרֵי בְשָׂמִֽים׃ 117 8 4 4 | 14 |
Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
