שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים 8
| מִ֤י יִתֶּנְךָ֙ כְּאָ֣ח לִ֔י יֹונֵ֖ק שְׁדֵ֣י אִמִּ֑י אֶֽמְצָאֲךָ֤ בַחוּץ֙ אֶשָּׁ֣קְךָ֔ גַּ֖ם לֹא־יָב֥וּזוּ לִֽי׃ | 1 |
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.
| אֶנְהָֽגֲךָ֗ אֲבִֽיאֲךָ֛ אֶל־בֵּ֥ית אִמִּ֖י תְּלַמְּדֵ֑נִי אַשְׁקְךָ֙ מִיַּ֣יִן הָרֶ֔קַח מֵעֲסִ֖יס רִמֹּנִֽי׃ | 2 |
I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
| שְׂמֹאלֹו֙ תַּ֣חַת רֹאשִׁ֔י וִֽימִינֹ֖ו תְּחַבְּקֵֽנִי׃ | 3 |
His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.
| הִשְׁבַּ֥עְתִּי אֶתְכֶ֖ם בְּנֹ֣ות יְרוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם מַה־תָּעִ֧ירוּ ׀ וּֽמַה־תְּעֹֽרְר֛וּ אֶת־הָאַהֲבָ֖ה עַ֥ד שֶׁתֶּחְפָּֽץ׃ ס | 4 |
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?
| מִ֣י זֹ֗את עֹלָה֙ מִן־הַמִּדְבָּ֔ר מִתְרַפֶּ֖קֶת עַל־דֹּודָ֑הּ תַּ֤חַת הַתַּפּ֙וּחַ֙ עֹֽורַרְתִּ֔יךָ שָׁ֚מָּה חִבְּלַ֣תְךָ אִמֶּ֔ךָ שָׁ֖מָּה חִבְּלָ֥ה יְלָדַֽתְךָ׃ | 5 |
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.
| שִׂימֵ֨נִי כַֽחֹותָ֜ם עַל־לִבֶּ֗ךָ כַּֽחֹותָם֙ עַל־זְרֹועֶ֔ךָ כִּֽי־עַזָּ֤ה כַמָּ֙וֶת֙ אַהֲבָ֔ה קָשָׁ֥ה כִשְׁאֹ֖ול קִנְאָ֑ה רְשָׁפֶ֕יהָ רִשְׁפֵּ֕י אֵ֖שׁ שַׁלְהֶ֥בֶתְיָֽה׃ (Sheol h7585) | 6 |
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah. (Sheol h7585)
| מַ֣יִם רַבִּ֗ים לֹ֤א יֽוּכְלוּ֙ לְכַבֹּ֣ות אֶת־הָֽאַהֲבָ֔ה וּנְהָרֹ֖ות לֹ֣א יִשְׁטְפ֑וּהָ אִם־יִתֵּ֨ן אִ֜ישׁ אֶת־כָּל־הֹ֤ון בֵּיתֹו֙ בָּאַהֲבָ֔ה בֹּ֖וז יָב֥וּזוּ לֹֽו׃ ס | 7 |
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.
| אָחֹ֥ות לָ֙נוּ֙ קְטַנָּ֔ה וְשָׁדַ֖יִם אֵ֣ין לָ֑הּ מַֽה־נַּעֲשֶׂה֙ לַאֲחֹתֵ֔נוּ בַּיֹּ֖ום שֶׁיְּדֻבַּר־בָּֽהּ׃ | 8 |
We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? —
| אִם־חֹומָ֣ה הִ֔יא נִבְנֶ֥ה עָלֶ֖יהָ טִ֣ירַת כָּ֑סֶף וְאִם־דֶּ֣לֶת הִ֔יא נָצ֥וּר עָלֶ֖יהָ ל֥וּחַ אָֽרֶז׃ | 9 |
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
| אֲנִ֣י חֹומָ֔ה וְשָׁדַ֖י כַּמִּגְדָּלֹ֑ות אָ֛ז הָיִ֥יתִי בְעֵינָ֖יו כְּמֹוצְאֵ֥ת שָׁלֹֽום׃ פ | 10 |
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
| כֶּ֣רֶם הָיָ֤ה לִשְׁלֹמֹה֙ בְּבַ֣עַל הָמֹ֔ון נָתַ֥ן אֶת־הַכֶּ֖רֶם לַנֹּטְרִ֑ים אִ֛ישׁ יָבִ֥א בְּפִרְיֹ֖ו אֶ֥לֶף כָּֽסֶף׃ | 11 |
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.
| כַּרְמִ֥י שֶׁלִּ֖י לְפָנָ֑י הָאֶ֤לֶף לְךָ֙ שְׁלֹמֹ֔ה וּמָאתַ֖יִם לְנֹטְרִ֥ים אֶת־פִּרְיֹֽו׃ | 12 |
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.
| הַיֹּושֶׁ֣בֶת בַּגַּנִּ֗ים חֲבֵרִ֛ים מַקְשִׁיבִ֥ים לְקֹולֵ֖ךְ הַשְׁמִיעִֽינִי׃ | 13 |
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].
| בְּרַ֣ח ׀ דֹּודִ֗י וּֽדְמֵה־לְךָ֤ לִצְבִי֙ אֹ֚ו לְעֹ֣פֶר הָֽאַיָּלִ֔ים עַ֖ל הָרֵ֥י בְשָׂמִֽים׃ | 14 |
Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.
