| שיר השירים 6 | Song of Songs 6 | |||
| 1 אָ֚נָה [3] Yetiv הָלַ֣ךְ דּוֹדֵ֔ךְ [2] Zaqef בַּנָּשִׁ֑ים [1] Etnachta פָּנָ֣ה דוֹדֵ֔ךְ [2] Zaqef עִמָּֽךְ׃ [1] Silluq |
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? [3] |
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| 2 דּוֹדִי֙ [3] Pashta יָרַ֣ד לְגַנּ֔וֹ [2] Zaqef הַבֹּ֑שֶׂם [1] Etnachta בַּגַּנִּ֔ים [2] Zaqef שֽׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. [3] |
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| 3 אֲנִ֤י לְדוֹדִי֙ [3] Pashta וְדוֹדִ֣י לִ֔י [2] Zaqef בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ [1] Silluq ס |
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies. [3] |
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| 4 יָפָ֨ה אַ֤תְּ רַעְיָתִי֙ [3] Pashta כְּתִרְצָ֔ה [2] Zaqef כִּירוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם [1] Etnachta כַּנִּדְגָּלֽוֹת׃ [1] Silluq |
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. [3] |
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| 5 הָסֵ֤בִּי עֵינַ֙יִךְ֙ [3 3] Pashta מִנֶּגְדִּ֔י [2] Zaqef הִרְהִיבֻ֑נִי [1] Etnachta כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽעִזִּ֔ים [2] Zaqef מִן־הַגִּלְעָֽד׃ [1] Silluq |
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead. [3 3] |
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| 6 שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ [3 3] Pashta כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽרְחֵלִ֔ים [2] Zaqef מִן־הָרַחְצָ֑ה [1] Etnachta מַתְאִימ֔וֹת [2] Zaqef אֵ֥ין בָּהֶֽם׃ [1] Silluq |
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them. [3 3] |
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| 7 כְּפֶ֤לַח הָרִמּוֹן֙ [3] Pashta רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ [2] Zaqef לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃ [1] Silluq |
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. [3] |
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| 8 שִׁשִּׁ֥ים הֵ֙מָּה֙ [3 3] Pashta מְלָכ֔וֹת [2] Zaqef פִּֽילַגְשִׁ֑ים [1] Etnachta אֵ֥ין מִסְפָּֽר׃ [1] Silluq |
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number. [3 3] |
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| 9 אַחַ֥ת הִיא֙ [3] Pashta יוֹנָתִ֣י תַמָּתִ֔י [2] Zaqef לְאִמָּ֔הּ [2] Zaqef לְיֽוֹלַדְתָּ֑הּ [1] Etnachta וַֽיְאַשְּׁר֔וּהָ [2] Zaqef וַֽיְהַלְלֽוּהָ׃ [1] Silluq ס |
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her. [3] |
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| 10 מִי־זֹ֥את הַנִּשְׁקָפָ֖ה [2] Tip'cha כְּמוֹ־שָׁ֑חַר [1] Etnachta בָּרָה֙ [3] Pashta כַּֽחַמָּ֔ה [2] Zaqef כַּנִּדְגָּלֽוֹת׃ [1] Silluq ס |
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners? [2] |
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| 11 אֶל־גִּנַּ֤ת אֱגוֹז֙ [3] Pashta יָרַ֔דְתִּי [2] Zaqef בְּאִבֵּ֣י הַנָּ֑חַל [1] Etnachta הֲפָֽרְחָ֣ה הַגֶּ֔פֶן [2] Zaqef הָרִמֹּנִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower. [3] |
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| 12 לֹ֣א יָדַ֔עְתִּי [2] Zaqef נַפְשִׁ֣י שָׂמַ֔תְנִי [2] Zaqef מַרְכְּב֖וֹת [2] Tip'cha עַמִּ֥י נָדִֽיב׃ [1] Silluq |
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. [2] |
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| end of Song of Songs 6 |