Song of Songs 8

mi yittenkha ke'akh li yoneq shede immi emtsa'akha vakhuts eshaqekha gam lo-yavuzu li

If only it could be as with a brother, As if you had nursed at my mother’s breast: Then I could kiss you When I met you in the street, And no one would despise me.

enhagekha avi'akha el-bet immi telammedeni ashqekha miyyayin hareqakh me'asis rimmoni

I would lead you, I would bring you To the house of my mother, Of her who taught me— I would let you drink of the spiced wine, Of my pomegranate juice.

semolo takhat roshi vimino tekhabbeqeni

His left hand was under my head, His right hand caressed me.

hishbati etkhem benot yerushalai͏m mah-tta'iru umah-tte'oreru et-ha'ahavah ad shettekhpats

I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem: Do not wake or rouse Love until it please!

mi zot olah min-hammidbar mitrappeqet al-dodah takhat hattappuakh orartikha shammah khibbelatkha immekha shammah khibbelah yeladatkha

Who is she that comes up from the desert, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; It was there your mother conceived you, There she who bore you conceived you.

simeni khakhotam al-libbekha kakhotam al-zero'ekha ki-azzah khammavet ahavah qashah khishol qinah reshafeha rishpe esh shalhevetyah

Let me be a seal upon your heart, Like the seal upon your hand. For love is fierce as death, Passion is mighty as Sheol; Its darts are darts of fire, A blazing flame.

mayim rabbim lo yukhelu lekhabbot et-ha'ahavah uneharot lo yishtefuha im-yitten ish et-kol-hon beto ba'ahavah boz yavuzu lo

Vast floods cannot quench love, Nor rivers drown it. If someone offered all his household’s wealth for love, He would be laughed to scorn.

akhot lanu qetannah veshadayim en lah mah-nna'aseh la'akhotenu bayyom sheyyedubbar-bah

“We have a little sister, Whose breasts are not yet formed. What shall we do for our sister When she is spoken for?

im-khomah hi nivneh aleha tirat kasef ve'im-delet hi natsur aleha luakh arez

If she be a wall, We will build upon it a silver battlement; If she be a door, We will panel it in cedar.”

ani khomah veshaday kammigdalot az hayiti ve'enayw kemotse'et shalom

I am a wall, My breasts are like towers. So I became in his eyes As one who finds favor.

kerem hayah lishlomoh beva'al hamon natan et-hakkerem lannoterim ish yavi befiryo elef kasef

Solomon had a vineyard In Baal-hamon. He had to post guards in the vineyard: Anyone would give for its fruit A thousand pieces of silver.

karmi shelli lefanay ha'elef lekha shelomoh umatayim lenoterim et-piryo

I have my very own vineyard: You may have the thousand, O Solomon, And the guards of the fruit two hundred!

hayyoshevet baggannim khaverim maqshivim leqolekh hashmi'ini

O you who linger in the garden, A lover is listening; Let me hear your voice.

berakh dodi udemeh-lekha litsvi o le'ofer ha'ayyalim al hare vesamim

“Hurry, my beloved, Swift as a gazelle or a young stag, To the hills of spices!”