Song of Songs 5

bati leganni akhoti khallah ariti mori im-besami akhalti yari im-divshi shatiti yeni im-khalavi ikhlu re'im shetu veshikhru dodim

I have come to my garden, My own, my bride; I have plucked my myrrh and spice, Eaten my honey and honeycomb, Drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, lovers, and drink: Drink deep of love!

ani yeshenah velibbi er qol dodi dofeq pitkhi-li akhoti rayati yonati tammati sherroshi nimla-tal qevutsotay resise layelah

I was asleep, But my heart was wakeful. Hark, my beloved knocks! “Let me in, my own, My darling, my faultless dove! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of night.”

pashatti et-kuttonti ekhakhah elbashennah rakhatsti et-raglay ekhakhah atannefem

I had taken off my robe— Was I to don it again? I had bathed my feet— Was I to soil them again?

dodi shalakh yado min-hakhor ume'ay hamu alayw

My beloved took his hand off the latch, And my heart was stirred for him.

qamti ani liftoakh ledodi veyaday natefu-mor ve'etsbe'otay mor over al kappot hammanul

I rose to let in my beloved; My hands dripped myrrh— My fingers, flowing myrrh— Upon the handles of the bolt.

patakhti ani ledodi vedodi khamaq avar nafshi yatse'ah vedabbero biqqashtihu velo metsatihu qerativ velo anani

I opened the door for my beloved, But my beloved had turned and gone. I was faint because of what he said. I sought, but found him not; I called, but he did not answer.

metsa'uni hashomerim hassovevim ba'ir hikkuni fetsa'uni nase'u et-redidi me'alay shomere hakhomot

The watchmen came upon me While patrolling the town— They struck me, they bruised me. The guards of the walls Stripped me of my mantle.

hishbati etkhem benot yerushalai͏m im-timtse'u et-dodi mah-ttaggidu lo shekholat ahavah ani

I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem! If you meet my beloved, tell him this: That I am faint with love.

mah-ddodekh middod hayyafah bannashim mah-ddodekh middod shekkakhah hishbatanu

How is your beloved better than another, O fairest of women? How is your beloved better than another That you adjure us so?

dodi tsakh ve'adom dagul merevavah

My beloved is clear-skinned and ruddy, Preeminent among ten thousand.

rosho ketem paz qevutsotayw taltallim shekhorot ka'orev

His head is finest gold, His locks are curled And black as a raven.

enayw keyonim al-afiqe mayim rokhatsot bekhalav yoshevot al-millet

His eyes are like doves By watercourses, Bathed in milk, Set by a brimming pool.

lekhayav ka'arugat habbosem migdelot merqakhim siftotayw shoshannim notefot mor over

His cheeks are like beds of spices, Banks of perfume His lips are like lilies; They drip flowing myrrh.

yadayw gelile zahav memulla'im battarshish me'ayw eshet shen me'ullefet sappirim

His hands are rods of gold, Studded with beryl; His belly a tablet of ivory, Adorned with sapphires.

shoqayw ammude shesh meyussadim al-adne-faz marehu kallevanon bakhur ka'arazim

His legs are like marble pillars Set in sockets of fine gold. He is majestic as Lebanon, Stately as the cedars.

khikko mamtaqqim vekhullo makhamaddim zeh dodi vezeh re'i benot yerushalai͏m

His mouth is delicious And all of him is delightful. Such is my beloved, Such is my darling, O maidens of Jerusalem!