نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 8

١ 1 لَيْتَكَ كَأَخٍ لِي ٱلرَّاضِعِ ثَدْيَيْ أُمِّي، فَأَجِدَكَ فِي ٱلْخَارِجِ وَأُقَبِّلَكَ وَلَا يُخْزُونَنِي.

Who makes you as a brother to me, Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, Indeed, they do not despise me,

٢ 2 وَأَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي، وَهِيَ تُعَلِّمُنِي، فَأَسْقِيكَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ ٱلْمَمْزُوجَةِ مِنْ سُلَافِ رُمَّانِي.

I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

٣ 3 شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.

His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.

٤ 4 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How you stir up, And how you wake the love until she pleases!

٥ 5 مَنْ هَذِهِ ٱلطَّالِعَةُ مِنَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ مُسْتَنِدَةً عَلَى حَبِيبِهَا؟ تَحْتَ شَجَرَةِ ٱلتُّفَّاحِ شَوَّقْتُكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ أُمُّكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ وَالِدَتُكَ.

Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, There your mother pledged you, There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.

٦ 6 اِجْعَلْنِي كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى قَلْبِكَ، كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى سَاعِدِكَ. لِأَنَّ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ قَوِيَّةٌ كَٱلْمَوْتِ. ٱلْغَيْرَةُ قَاسِيَةٌ كَٱلْهَاوِيَةِ. لَهِيبُهَا لَهِيبُ نَارِ لَظَى ٱلرَّبِّ. (Sheol h7585)

Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! (Sheol h7585)

٧ 7 مِيَاهٌ كَثِيرَةٌ لَا تَسْتَطِيعُ أَنْ تُطْفِئَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ، وَٱلسُّيُولُ لَا تَغْمُرُهَا. إِنْ أَعْطَى ٱلْإِنْسَانُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ بَيْتِهِ بَدَلَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةِ، تُحْتَقَرُ ٱحْتِقَارًا.

Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread on it.

٨ 8 لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَيْسَ لَهَا ثَدْيَانِ. فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لِأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمٍ تُخْطَبُ؟

We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

٩ 9 إِنْ تَكُنْ سُورًا فَنَبْنِي عَلَيْهَا بُرْجَ فِضَّةٍ. وَإِنْ تَكُنْ بَابًا فَنَحْصُرُهَا بِأَلْوَاحِ أَرْزٍ.

If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

١٠ 10 أَنَا سُورٌ وَثَدْيَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَوَاجِدَةٍ سَلَامَةً.

I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

١١ 11 كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلَ هَامُونَ. دَفَعَ ٱلْكَرْمَ إِلَى نَوَاطِيرَ، كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ يُؤَدِّي عَنْ ثَمَرِهِ أَلْفًا مِنَ ٱلْفِضَّةِ.

Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, He has given the vineyard to keepers, Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;

١٢ 12 كَرْمِي ٱلَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. ٱلْأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ لِنَوَاطِيرِ ٱلثَّمَرِ.

My vineyard—my own—is before me, The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

١٣ 13 أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَالِسَةُ فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، ٱلْأَصْحَابُ يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي.

The companions are attending to your voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

١٤ 14 اُهْرُبْ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ كَغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى جِبَالِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ.

Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!