| שיר השירים 8 | Song of Songs 8 | |||
| 1 מִ֤י יִתֶּנְךָ֙ [3] Pashta כְּאָ֣ח לִ֔י [2] Zaqef שְׁדֵ֣י אִמִּ֑י [1] Etnachta אֶשָּׁ֣קְךָ֔ [2] Zaqef לֹא־יָבֻ֥זוּ לִֽי׃ [1] Silluq |
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me. [3] |
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| 2 אֶנְהָֽגְךָ֗ [3] Revi'i אֲבִֽיאֲךָ֛ [3] Tevir אֶל־בֵּ֥ית אִמִּ֖י [2] Tip'cha תְּלַמְּדֵ֑נִי [1] Etnachta מִיַּ֣יִן הָרֶ֔קַח [2] Zaqef רִמֹּנִֽי׃ [1] Silluq |
2 I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate. [3] |
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| 3 שְׂמֹאלוֹ֙ [3] Pashta תַּ֣חַת רֹאשִׁ֔י [2] Zaqef תְּחַבְּקֵֽנִי׃ [1] Silluq |
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me. [3] |
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| 4 הִשְׁבַּ֥עְתִּי אֶתְכֶ֖ם [2] Tip'cha בְּנ֣וֹת יְרוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם [1] Etnachta אֶת־הָאַהֲבָ֖ה [2] Tip'cha עַ֥ד שֶׁתֶּחְפָּֽץ׃ [1] Silluq ס |
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. [2] |
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| 5 מִ֣י זֹ֗את [3] Revi'i עֹלָה֙ [3] Pashta מִן־הַמִּדְבָּ֔ר [2] Zaqef עַל־דּוֹדָ֑הּ [1] Etnachta עֽוֹרַרְתִּ֔יךָ [2] Zaqef חִבְּלַ֣תְךָ אִמֶּ֔ךָ [2] Zaqef חִבְּלָ֥ה יְלָדַֽתְךָ׃ [1] Silluq |
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you. [3] |
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| 6 שִׂימֵ֨נִי כַֽחוֹתָ֜ם [4] Geresh עַל־לִבֶּ֗ךָ [3] Revi'i עַל־זְרוֹעֶ֔ךָ [2] Zaqef אַהֲבָ֔ה [2] Zaqef קִנְאָ֑ה [1] Etnachta רִשְׁפֵּ֕י [2] ZaqefG אֵ֖שׁ [2] Tip'cha שַׁלְהֶ֥בֶתְיָֽה׃ [1] Silluq |
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. [4] |
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| 7 מַ֣יִם רַבִּ֗ים [3] Revi'i לֹ֤א יֽוּכְלוּ֙ [3] Pashta לְכַבּ֣וֹת אֶת־הָֽאַהֲבָ֔ה [2] Zaqef לֹ֣א יִשְׁטְפ֑וּהָ [1] Etnachta אֶת־כׇּל־ה֤וֹן בֵּיתוֹ֙ [3] Pashta בָּאַהֲבָ֔ה [2] Zaqef יָב֥וּזוּ לֽוֹ׃ [1] Silluq ס |
7 Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. [3] |
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| 8 אָח֥וֹת לָ֙נוּ֙ [3 3] Pashta קְטַנָּ֔ה [2] Zaqef אֵ֣ין לָ֑הּ [1] Etnachta לַאֲחֹתֵ֔נוּ [2] Zaqef שֶׁיְּדֻבַּר־בָּֽהּ׃ [1] Silluq |
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for? [3 3] |
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| 9 אִם־חוֹמָ֣ה הִ֔יא [2] Zaqef נִבְנֶ֥ה עָלֶ֖יהָ [2] Tip'cha טִ֣ירַת כָּ֑סֶף [1] Etnachta נָצ֥וּר עָלֶ֖יהָ [2] Tip'cha ל֥וּחַ אָֽרֶז׃ [1] Silluq |
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. [2] |
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| 10 אֲנִ֣י חוֹמָ֔ה [2] Zaqef וְשָׁדַ֖י [2] Tip'cha כַּמִּגְדָּל֑וֹת [1] Etnachta הָיִ֥יתִי בְעֵינָ֖יו [2] Tip'cha כְּמוֹצְאֵ֥ת שָׁלֽוֹם׃ [1] Silluq פ |
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace. [2] |
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| 11 כֶּ֣רֶם הָיָ֤ה לִשְׁלֹמֹה֙ [3] Pashta בְּבַ֣עַל הָמ֔וֹן [2] Zaqef לַנֹּטְרִ֑ים [1] Etnachta יָבִ֥א בְּפִרְי֖וֹ [2] Tip'cha אֶ֥לֶף כָּֽסֶף׃ [1] Silluq |
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit. [3] |
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| 12 כַּרְמִ֥י שֶׁלִּ֖י [2] Tip'cha לְפָנָ֑י [1] Etnachta שְׁלֹמֹ֔ה [2] Zaqef לְנֹטְרִ֥ים אֶת־פִּרְיֽוֹ׃ [1] Silluq |
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit. [2] |
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| 13 הַיּוֹשֶׁ֣בֶת בַּגַּנִּ֗ים [3] Revi'i חֲבֵרִ֛ים [3] Tevir מַקְשִׁיבִ֥ים לְקוֹלֵ֖ךְ [2] Tip'cha הַשְׁמִיעִֽנִי׃ [1] Silluq |
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! [3] |
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| 14 בְּרַ֣ח ׀ [4] Legarmeh דּוֹדִ֗י [3] Revi'i א֚וֹ [3] Yetiv לְעֹ֣פֶר הָֽאַיָּלִ֔ים [2] Zaqef הָרֵ֥י בְשָׂמִֽים׃ [1] Silluq |
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices! ¶ [4] |
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| end of Song of Songs 8 |