Song of Songs 1

shir hashirim asher lishlomoh

The Song of Songs, by Solomon.

yishaqeni minneshiqot pihu ki-tovim dodekha miyyayin

Oh, give me of the kisses of your mouth, For your love is more delightful than wine.

lereakh shemanekha tovim shemen turaq shemekha al-ken alamot ahevukha

Your ointments yield a sweet fragrance, Your name is like finest oil— Therefore do maidens love you.

moshkheni akharekha narutsah hevi'ani hammelekh khadarayw nagilah venismekhah bakh nazkirah dodekha miyyayin mesharim ahevukha

Draw me after you, let us run! The king has brought me to his chambers. Let us delight and rejoice in your love, Savoring it more than wine— Like new wine they love you!

shekhorah ani venavah benot yerushalai͏m ke'ohole qedar kiri'ot shelomoh

I am dark—and beautiful— O daughters of Jerusalem: Like the tents of Kedar, Like the pavilions of Solomon.

al-tiruni she'ani shekharkhoret sheshezafatni hashamesh bene immi nikharu-vi samuni noterah et-hakkeramim karmi shelli lo natareti

Don’t stare at me because I’m so dark, Because the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons quarreled with me, They made me guard the vineyards; My own vineyard I did not guard.

haggidah li she'ahavah nafshi ekhah tireh ekhah tarbits batsohorayim shallamah ehyeh ke'oteyah al edre khaverekha

Tell me, you whom I love so well; Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at noon? Let me not be as one who strays Beside the flocks of your fellows.

im-lo tede'i lakh hayyafah bannashim tse'i-lakh be'iqve hatson ure'i et-gediyyotayikh al mishkenot haro'im

If you do not know, O fairest of women, Go follow the tracks of the sheep, And graze your kids By the tents of the shepherds.

lesusati berikhve faroh dimmitikh rayati

I have likened you, my darling, To a mare in Pharaoh’s chariots:

navu lekhayayikh battorim tsavvarekh bakharuzim

Your cheeks are comely with plaited wreaths, Your neck with strings of jewels.

tore zahav na'aseh-llakh im nequddot hakkasef

We will add wreaths of gold To your spangles of silver.

ad-shehammelekh bimsibbo nirdi natan rekho

While the king was on his couch, My nard gave forth its fragrance.

tseror hammor dodi li ben shaday yalin

My beloved to me is a bag of myrrh Lodged between my breasts.

eshkol hakkofer dodi li bekharme en gedi

My beloved to me is a spray of henna blooms From the vineyards of En-gedi.

hinnakh yafah rayati hinnakh yafah enayikh yonim

Ah, you are fair, my darling, Ah, you are fair, With your dove-like eyes!

hinnekha yafeh dodi af na'im af-arsenu ra'ananah

And you, my beloved, are handsome, Beautiful indeed! Our couch is in a bower;

qorot battenu arazim (rkhytnv) [rahitenu] berotim

Cedars are the beams of our house, Cypresses the rafters.