Song of Songs 6
12 verses · Hebrew with nikud, English alongside · tap 🔊 to hear a verse
אָ֚נָה הָלַ֣ךְ דּוֹדֵ֔ךְ הַיָּפָ֖ה בַּנָּשִׁ֑ים אָ֚נָה פָּנָ֣ה דוֹדֵ֔ךְ וּנְבַקְשֶׁ֖נּוּ עִמָּֽךְ׃
anah halakh dodekh hayyafah bannashim anah panah dodekh unevaqshennu immakh
“Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest of women? Whither has your beloved turned? Let us seek him with you.”
דּוֹדִי֙ יָרַ֣ד לְגַנּ֔וֹ לַעֲרֻג֖וֹת הַבֹּ֑שֶׂם לִרְעוֹת֙ בַּגַּנִּ֔ים וְלִלְקֹ֖ט שֽׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃
dodi yarad leganno la'arugot habbosem lirot baggannim velilqot shoshannim
My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To browse in the gardens And to pick lilies.
אֲנִ֤י לְדוֹדִי֙ וְדוֹדִ֣י לִ֔י הָרֹעֶ֖ה בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ {ס}
ani ledodi vedodi li haro'eh bashoshannim
I am my beloved’s And my beloved is mine; He browses among the lilies.
יָפָ֨ה אַ֤תְּ רַעְיָתִי֙ כְּתִרְצָ֔ה נָאוָ֖ה כִּירוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם אֲיֻמָּ֖ה כַּנִּדְגָּלֽוֹת׃
yafah at rayati ketirtsah navah kirushalai͏m ayummah kannidgalot
You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awesome as bannered hosts.
הָסֵ֤בִּי עֵינַ֙יִךְ֙ מִנֶּגְדִּ֔י שֶׁ֥הֵ֖ם הִרְהִיבֻ֑נִי שַׂעְרֵךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽעִזִּ֔ים שֶׁגָּלְשׁ֖וּ מִן־הַגִּלְעָֽד׃
hasebbi enayikh minnegdi shehem hirhivuni sarekh ke'eder ha'izzim sheggaleshu min-haggilad
Turn your eyes away from me, For they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats Streaming down from Gilead.
שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽרְחֵלִ֔ים שֶׁעָל֖וּ מִן־הָרַחְצָ֑ה שֶׁכֻּלָּם֙ מַתְאִימ֔וֹת וְשַׁכֻּלָ֖ה אֵ֥ין בָּהֶֽם׃
shinnayikh ke'eder harekhelim she'alu min-harakhtsah shekkullam matimot veshakkulah en bahem
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Climbing up from the washing pool; All of them bear twins, And not one loses her young.
כְּפֶ֤לַח הָרִמּוֹן֙ רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ מִבַּ֖עַד לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃
kefelakh harimmon raqqatekh mibba'ad letsammatekh
Your brow behind your veil [Gleams] like a pomegranate split open.
שִׁשִּׁ֥ים הֵ֙מָּה֙ מְלָכ֔וֹת וּשְׁמֹנִ֖ים פִּֽילַגְשִׁ֑ים וַעֲלָמ֖וֹת אֵ֥ין מִסְפָּֽר׃
shishim hemmah melakhot ushemonim pilagshim va'alamot en mispar
There are sixty queens, And eighty concubines, And maidens without number.
אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ יוֹנָתִ֣י תַמָּתִ֔י אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ לְאִמָּ֔הּ בָּרָ֥ה הִ֖יא לְיֽוֹלַדְתָּ֑הּ רָא֤וּהָ בָנוֹת֙ וַֽיְאַשְּׁר֔וּהָ מְלָכ֥וֹת וּפִֽילַגְשִׁ֖ים וַֽיְהַלְלֽוּהָ׃ {ס}
akhat hi yonati tammati akhat hi le'immah barah hi leyoladtah ra'uha vanot vaye'asheruha melakhot ufilagshim vayehaleluha
Only one is my dove, My perfect one, The only one of her mother, The delight of her who bore her. Young women see and acclaim her; Queens and concubines, and praise her.
מִי־זֹ֥את הַנִּשְׁקָפָ֖ה כְּמוֹ־שָׁ֑חַר יָפָ֣ה כַלְּבָנָ֗ה בָּרָה֙ כַּֽחַמָּ֔ה אֲיֻמָּ֖ה כַּנִּדְגָּלֽוֹת׃ {ס}
mi-zot hannishqafah kemo-shakhar yafah khallevanah barah kakhammah ayummah kannidgalot
Who is she that shines through like the dawn, Beautiful as the moon, Radiant as the sun Awesome as bannered hosts?
אֶל־גִּנַּ֤ת אֱגוֹז֙ יָרַ֔דְתִּי לִרְא֖וֹת בְּאִבֵּ֣י הַנָּ֑חַל לִרְאוֹת֙ הֲפָֽרְחָ֣ה הַגֶּ֔פֶן הֵנֵ֖צוּ הָרִמֹּנִֽים׃
el-ginnat egoz yaradti lirot be'ibbe hannakhal lirot hafarekhah haggefen henetsu harimmonim
I went down to the nut grove To see the budding of the vale; To see if the vines had blossomed, If the pomegranates were in bloom.
לֹ֣א יָדַ֔עְתִּי נַפְשִׁ֣י שָׂמַ֔תְנִי מַרְכְּב֖וֹת עַמִּ֥י נָדִֽיב׃
lo yadati nafshi samatni markevot ammi nadiv
Before I knew it, My desire set me Mid the chariots of Ammi-nadib.
Hebrew text and English translation from Sefaria, under their Creative Commons licence.
Yaacov, native Jerusalemite
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