Song of Solomon 5

1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!

١ (المُحِبُّ): قَدْ جِئْتُ إِلَى جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا عَرُوسِي، وَقَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ أَطْيَابِي، وَأَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي، وَشَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): كُلُوا أَيُّهَا الْخُلّانُ. اشْرَبُوا حَتَّى الانْتِشَاءِ أَيُّهَا المُحِبُّونَ.

2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

٢ (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): قَدْ نِمْتُ وَلَكِنَّ قَلْبِي كَانَ مُسْتَيْقِظاً. آهِ، اسْمَعُوا! هَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعاً قَائِلاً: افْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا حَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! فَإِنَّ رَأْسِي قَدِ ابْتَلَّ مِنَ النَّدَى وَشَعْرِي مِنْ طَلِّ اللَّيْلِ.

3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —

٣ فَقُلْتُ: قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي فَكَيْفَ أَرْتَدِيهِ ثَانِيَةً؟ غَسَلْتُ قَدَمَيَّ فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.

٤ مَدَّ حَبِيبِي يَدَهُ مِنْ كُوَّةِ الْبَابِ، فَتَحَرَّكَتْ لَهُ مَشَاعِرِي،

5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

٥ فَنَهَضْتُ لأَفْتَحَ لَهُ بِيَدَيْنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً، وَأَصَابِعَ تَفِيضُ عِطْراً عَلَى مِزْلاجِ الْبَابِ.

6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

٦ فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي كَانَ قَدِ انْصَرَفَ وَعَبَرَ فَفَارَقَتْنِي نَفْسِي حِينَ ابْتَعَدَ. بَحَثْتُ عَنْهُ فَلَمْ أَجِدْهُ، دَعَوْتُهُ فَلَمْ يُجِبْ.

7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

٧ وَجَدَنِي الْحُرَّاسُ الْمُتَجَوِّلُونَ فِي الْمَدِينَةِ، فَانْهَالُوا عَلَيَّ ضَرْباً فَجَرَحُونِي. نَزَعَ حُرَّاسُ الأَسْوَارِ رِدَائِي عَنِّي.

8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.

٨ أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُبَلِّغْنَهُ أَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً.

9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

٩ (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ؟ بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ حَتَّى تَسْتَحْلِفِينَا هَكَذَا؟

10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

١٠ (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي مُتَأَلِّقٌ وَأَحْمَرُ، مُتَمَيِّزٌ بَيْنَ الآلَافِ.

11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

١١ رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ خَالِصٌ وَشَعْرُهُ مُتَمَوِّجٌ حَالِكُ السَّوَادِ كَلَوْنِ الْغُرَابِ.

12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

١٢ عَيْنَاهُ حَمَامَتَانِ عِنْدَ مَجَارِي الْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ مُسْتَقِرَّتَانِ فِي مَوْضِعِهِمَا.

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

١٣ خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ طِيبٍ تَفُوحَانِ عِطْراً، وَشَفَتَاهُ كَالسَّوْسَنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً شَذِيّاً.

14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;

١٤ يَدَاهُ حَلَقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُدَوَّرَتَانِ وَمُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِالزَّبَرْجَدِ، وَجِسْمُهُ عَاجٌ مَصْقُولٌ مُغَشّىً بِالْيَاقُوتِ الأَزْرَقِ.

15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;

١٥ سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ قَائِمَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ نَقِيٍّ، طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ، كَأَبْهَى أَشْجَارِ الأَرْزِ.

16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

١٦ فَمُهُ عَذْبٌ، وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا هُوَ حَبِيبِي وَهَذَا هُوَ خَلِيلِي يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ!