Song of Songs 2

ani khavatselet hasharon shoshannat ha'amaqim

I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

keshoshannah ben hakhokhim ken rayati ben habbanot

Like a lily among thorns, So is my darling among the maidens.

ketappuakh ba'atse hayya'ar ken dodi ben habbanim betsillo khimmadti veyashavti ufiryo matoq lekhikki

Like an apple tree among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the youths. I delight to sit in his shade, And his fruit is sweet to my mouth.

hevi'ani el-bet hayyayin vediglo alay ahavah

He brought me to the banquet room And his banner of love was over me.

sammekhuni ba'ashishot rappeduni battappukhim ki-kholat ahavah ani

“Sustain me with raisin cakes, Refresh me with apples, For I am faint with love.”

semolo takhat leroshi vimino tekhabbeqeni

His left hand was under my head, His right arm embraced me.

hishbati etkhem benot yerushalai͏m bitsva'ot o be'aylot hassadeh im-ta'iru ve'im-te'oreru et-ha'ahavah ad shettekhpats

I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem, By gazelles or by hinds of the field: Do not wake or rouse Love until it please!

qol dodi hinneh-zeh ba medalleg al-heharim meqappets al-haggeva'ot

Hark! My beloved! There he comes, Leaping over mountains, Bounding over hills.

domeh dodi litsvi o le'ofer ha'ayyalim hinneh-zeh omed akhar kotlenu mashgiakh min-hakhallonot metsits min-hakharakkim

My beloved is like a gazelle Or like a young stag. There he stands behind our wall, Gazing through the window, Peering through the lattice.

anah dodi ve'amar li qumi lakh rayati yafati ulekhi-lakh

My beloved spoke thus to me, “Arise, my darling; My fair one, come away!

ki-hinneh hassetav avar haggeshem khalaf halakh lo

For now the winter is past, The rains are over and gone.

hannitsanim niru va'arets et hazzamir higgia veqol hattor nishma be'artsenu

The blossoms have appeared in the land, The time of pruning has come; The song of the turtledove Is heard in our land.

hatte'enah khanetah faggeha vehaggefanim semadar natenu reakh qumi (lkhy) [lakh] rayati yafati ulekhi-lakh

The green figs form on the fig tree, The vines in blossom give off fragrance. Arise, my darling; My fair one, come away!

yonati bekhagve hassela beseter hammadregah harini et-marayikh hashmi'ini et-qolekh ki-qolekh arev umarekh naveh

“O my dove, in the cranny of the rocks, Hidden by the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet And your face is comely.”

ekhezu-lanu shu'alim shu'alim qetannim mekhabbelim keramim ukheramenu semadar

Catch us the foxes, The little foxes That ruin the vineyards— For our vineyard is in blossom.

dodi li va'ani lo haro'eh bashoshannim

My beloved is mine And I am his Who browses among the lilies.

ad sheyyafuakh hayyom venasu hatselalim sov demeh-lekha dodi litsvi o le'ofer ha'ayyalim al-hare vater

When the day blows gently And the shadows flee, Set out, my beloved, Swift as a gazelle Or a young stag, For the hills of spices!