| שיר השירים 7 | Song of Songs 7 | |||
| 1 שׁ֤וּבִי שׁ֙וּבִי֙ [3 3] Pashta הַשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית [2] Zaqef וְנֶחֱזֶה־בָּ֑ךְ [1] Etnachta בַּשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית [2] Zaqef הַֽמַּחֲנָֽיִם׃ [1] Silluq |
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim? ¶ [3 3] |
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| 2 מַה־יָּפ֧וּ פְעָמַ֛יִךְ [3] Tevir בַּנְּעָלִ֖ים [2] Tip'cha בַּת־נָדִ֑יב [1] Etnachta כְּמ֣וֹ חֲלָאִ֔ים [2] Zaqef מַעֲשֵׂ֖ה [2] Tip'cha יְדֵ֥י אׇמָּֽן׃ [1] Silluq |
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman. [3] |
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| 3 שׇׁרְרֵךְ֙ [3] Pashta אַגַּ֣ן הַסַּ֔הַר [2] Zaqef הַמָּ֑זֶג [1] Etnachta עֲרֵמַ֣ת חִטִּ֔ים [2] Zaqef בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies. [3] |
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| 4 שְׁנֵ֥י שָׁדַ֛יִךְ [3] Tevir כִּשְׁנֵ֥י עֳפָרִ֖ים [2] Tip'cha תׇּאֳמֵ֥י צְבִיָּֽה׃ [1] Silluq |
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe. [3] |
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| 5 צַוָּארֵ֖ךְ [2] Tip'cha כְּמִגְדַּ֣ל הַשֵּׁ֑ן [1] Etnachta בְּרֵכ֣וֹת בְּחֶשְׁבּ֗וֹן [3] Revi'i בַּת־רַבִּ֔ים [2] Zaqef כְּמִגְדַּ֣ל הַלְּבָנ֔וֹן [2] Zaqef פְּנֵ֥י דַמָּֽשֶׂק׃ [1] Silluq |
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. [2] |
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| 6 רֹאשֵׁ֤ךְ עָלַ֙יִךְ֙ [3 3] Pashta כַּכַּרְמֶ֔ל [2] Zaqef כָּאַרְגָּמָ֑ן [1] Etnachta אָס֥וּר בָּרְהָטִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses. [3 3] |
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| 7 מַה־יָּפִית֙ [3] Pashta וּמַה־נָּעַ֔מְתְּ [2] Zaqef בַּתַּֽעֲנוּגִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights! [3] |
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| 8 זֹ֤את קֽוֹמָתֵךְ֙ [3] Pashta דָּֽמְתָ֣ה לְתָמָ֔ר [2] Zaqef לְאַשְׁכֹּלֽוֹת׃ [1] Silluq |
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit. [3] |
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| 9 אָמַ֙רְתִּי֙ [3 3] Pashta אֶעֱלֶ֣ה בְתָמָ֔ר [2] Zaqef בְּסַנְסִנָּ֑יו [1] Etnachta כְּאֶשְׁכְּל֣וֹת הַגֶּ֔פֶן [2] Zaqef כַּתַּפּוּחִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples. [3 3] |
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| 10 וְחִכֵּ֕ךְ [2] ZaqefG הוֹלֵ֥ךְ לְדוֹדִ֖י [2] Tip'cha לְמֵישָׁרִ֑ים [1] Etnachta שִׂפְתֵ֥י יְשֵׁנִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
9 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep. [2] |
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| 11 אֲנִ֣י לְדוֹדִ֔י [2] Zaqef וְעָלַ֖י [2] Tip'cha תְּשׁוּקָתֽוֹ׃ [1] Silluq ס |
10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me. [2] |
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| 12 לְכָ֤ה דוֹדִי֙ [3] Pashta נֵצֵ֣א הַשָּׂדֶ֔ה [2] Zaqef בַּכְּפָרִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
11 Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages. [3] |
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| 13 נַשְׁכִּ֙ימָה֙ [3 3] Pashta לַכְּרָמִ֔ים [2] Zaqef אִם־פָּֽרְחָ֤ה הַגֶּ֙פֶן֙ [3 3] Pashta פִּתַּ֣ח הַסְּמָדַ֔ר [2] Zaqef הָרִמּוֹנִ֑ים [1] Etnachta אֶתֵּ֥ן אֶת־דֹּדַ֖י [2] Tip'cha לָֽךְ׃ [1] Silluq |
12 Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love. [3 3] |
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| 14 הַֽדּוּדָאִ֣ים נָֽתְנוּ־רֵ֗יחַ [3] Revi'i וְעַל־פְּתָחֵ֙ינוּ֙ [3 3] Pashta כׇּל־מְגָדִ֔ים [2] Zaqef גַּם־יְשָׁנִ֑ים [1] Etnachta צָפַ֥נְתִּי לָֽךְ׃ [1] Silluq |
13 The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved. ¶ [3] |
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| end of Song of Songs 7 |