| 5 |
Revised Standard Version |
BHS Hebrew Text |
Reference |
| 5:1 | I come to my garden, my sister, my bride,
I gather my myrrh with my spice,
I eat my honeycomb with my honey,
I drink my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends, and drink:
drink deeply, O lovers!
|
בָּאתִי לְגַנִּי אֲחֹתִי כַלָּה אָרִיתִי מֹורִי עִם־בְּשָׂמִי אָכַלְתִּי יַעְרִי עִם־דִּבְשִׁי שָׁתִיתִי יֵינִי עִם־חֲלָבִי אִכְלוּ רֵעִים שְׁתוּ וְשִׁכְרוּ דֹּודִים׃ ס | He. Sg.5.1 |
| 2 | I slept, but my heart was awake.
Hark! my beloved is knocking.
"Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my perfect one;
for my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the drops of the night."
|
אֲנִי יְשֵׁנָה וְלִבִּי עֵר קֹול דֹּודִי דֹופֵק פִּתְחִי־לִי אֲחֹתִי רַעְיָתִי יֹונָתִי תַמָּתִי שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי נִמְלָא־טָל קְוֻּצֹּותַי רְסִיסֵי לָיְלָה׃ | The fourth song. She (a). He (b). Sg.5.2 |
| 3 | I had put off my garment, how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them?
|
פָּשַׁטְתִּי אֶת־כֻּתָּנְתִּי אֵיכָכָה אֶלְבָּשֶׁנָּה רָחַצְתִּי אֶת־רַגְלַי אֵיכָכָה אֲטַנְּפֵם׃ | She. Sg.5.3-8 |
| 4 | My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled within me.
|
דֹּודִי שָׁלַח יָדֹו מִן־הַחֹר וּמֵעַי הָמוּ עָלָיו׃ | |
| 5 | I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon the handles of the bolt.
|
קַמְתִּי אֲנִי לִפְתֹּחַ לְדֹודִי וְיָדַי נָטְפוּ־מֹור וְאֶצְבְּעֹתַי מֹור עֹבֵר עַל כַּפֹּות הַמַּנְעוּל׃ | |
| 6 | I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.
|
פָּתַחְתִּי אֲנִי לְדֹודִי וְדֹודִי חָמַק עָבָר נַפְשִׁי יָצְאָה בְדַבְּרֹו בִּקַּשְׁתִּיהוּ וְלֹא מְצָאתִיהוּ קְרָאתִיו וְלֹא עָנָנִי׃ | |
| 7 | The watchmen found me,
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they wounded me,
hey took away my mantle,
those watchmen of the walls.
|
מְצָאֻנִי הַשֹּׁמְרִים הַסֹּבְבִים בָּעִיר הִכּוּנִי פְצָעוּנִי נָשְׂאוּ אֶת־רְדִידִי מֵעָלַי שֹׁמְרֵי הַחֹמֹות׃ | |
| 8 | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him I am sick with love.
|
הִשְׁבַּעְתִּי אֶתְכֶם בְּנֹות יְרוּשָׁלִָם אִם־תִּמְצְאוּ אֶת־דֹּודִי מַה־תַּגִּידוּ לֹו שֶׁחֹולַת אַהֲבָה אָנִי׃ | |
| 9 | What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
|
מַה־דֹּודֵךְ מִדֹּוד הַיָּפָה בַּנָּשִׁים מַה־דֹּודֵךְ מִדֹּוד שֶׁכָּכָה הִשְׁבַּעְתָּנוּ׃ | The women. Sg.5.9 |
| 10 | My beloved is all radiant and ruddy,
distinguished among ten thousand.
|
דֹּודִי צַח וְאָדֹום דָּגוּל מֵרְבָבָה׃ | She. Sg.5.10-16 |
| 11 | His head is the finest gold;
his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
|
רֹאשֹׁו כֶּתֶם פָּז קְוּצֹּותָיו תַּלְתַּלִּים שְׁחֹרֹות כָּעֹורֵב׃ | |
| 12 | His eyes are like doves beside springs of water,
bathed in milk, fitly set.
|
עֵינָיו כְּיֹונִים עַל־אֲפִיקֵי מָיִם רֹחֲצֹות בֶּחָלָב יֹשְׁבֹות עַל־מִלֵּאת׃ | |
| 13 | His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance.
His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.
|
לְחָיָו כַּעֲרוּגַת הַבֹּשֶׂם מִגְדְּלֹות מֶרְקָחִים שִׂפְתֹותָיו שֹׁושַׁנִּים נֹטְפֹות מֹור עֹבֵר׃ | |
| 14 | His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels.
His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.
|
יָדָיו גְּלִילֵי זָהָב מְמֻלָּאִים בַּתַּרְשִׁישׁ מֵעָיו עֶשֶׁת שֵׁן מְעֻלֶּפֶת סַפִּירִים׃ | |
| 15 | His legs are alabaster columns,
set upon bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
|
שֹׁוקָיו עַמּוּדֵי שֵׁשׁ מְיֻסָּדִים עַל־אַדְנֵי־פָז מַרְאֵהוּ כַּלְּבָנֹון בָּחוּר כָּאֲרָזִים׃ | |
| 16 | His speech is most sweet,
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
|
חִכֹּו מַמְתַקִּים וְכֻלֹּו מַחֲמַדִּים זֶה דֹודִי וְזֶה רֵעִי בְּנֹות יְרוּשָׁלִָם׃ | |
| |
|
|
<< | Song of Solomon: 5 | >> |