Whereאָנָהhas your belovedדּוֹדֵךְgone,הָלַךְbeautiful oneהַיָּפָהamong women?בַּנָּשִׁיםWhereאָנָהhas your belovedדוֹדֵךְturned,פָּנָהthat we may seek himוּנְבַקְשֶׁנּוּwith you?עִמָּךְ
My belovedדּוֹדִיhas gone downיָרַדto his garden,לְגַנּוֹto the garden bedsלַעֲרוּגוֹתof balsam,הַבֹּשֶׂםto pastureלִרְעוֹתin the gardensבַּגַּנִּיםand to gatherוְלִלְקֹטlilies.שׁוֹשַׁנִּים
Iאֲנִיam my beloved’s,לְדוֹדִיand my belovedוְדוֹדִיis mine,לִיthe one who pasturesהָרֹעֶהamong the lilies.בַּשׁוֹשַׁנִּים
Beautifulיָפָהare you,אַתְּmy companion,רַעְיָתִיas Tirzah,כְּתִרְצָהlovelyנָאוָהas Jerusalem,כִּירוּשָׁלִָםfearsomeאֲיֻמָּהasכַּtroops with banners.נִּדְגָּלוֹת
Turn awayהָסֵבִּיyour eyesעֵינַיִךְfrom me,מִנֶּגְדִּיforשֶׁtheyהֵםunsettle me;הִרְהִיבֻנִיyour hairשַׂעְרֵךְis like a flockכְּעֵדֶרof goatsהָעִזִּיםthat ripple downשֶׁגָּלְשׁוּfrom Gilead.מִן הַגִּלְעָד
Your teethשִׁנַּיִךְare like a flockכְּעֵדֶרof ewesהָרְחֵלִיםthat have come upשֶׁעָלוּfrom the washing,מִן הָרַחְצָהall of whichשֶׁכֻּלָּםbear twins,מַתְאִימוֹתand noneוְ אֵיןis barrenשַׁכֻּלָהamong them.בָּהֶם
Like a sliceכְּפֶלַחof pomegranateהָרִמּוֹןis your templeרַקָּתֵךְbehindמִבַּעַדyour veil.לְצַמָּתֵךְ
Theyהֵמָּהare sixtyשִׁשִּׁיםqueens,מְּלָכוֹתand eightyוּשְׁמֹנִיםconcubines,פִּילַגְשִׁיםand young womenוַעֲלָמוֹתwithout number.אֵין מִסְפָּר
Uniqueאַחַתis she,הִיאmy dove,יוֹנָתִיmy perfect one,תַמָּתִיuniqueאַחַתis sheהִיאto her mother,לְאִמָּהּpureבָּרָהis sheהִיאto the one who bore her.לְיוֹלַדְתָּהּThe girlsבָנוֹתsaw herרָאוּהָand called her happy,וַיְאַשְּׁרוּהָthe queensמְלָכוֹתand the concubines,וּפִילַגְשִׁיםand they praised her.וַיְהַלְלוּהָ
Whoמִיis thisזֹאתwho looks downהַנִּשְׁקָפָהlike the dawn,כְּמוֹ שָׁחַרbeautifulיָפָהas the moon,כַלְּבָנָהpureבָּרָהas the sun,כַּחַמָּהfearsomeאֲיֻמָּהasכַּtroops with banners?נִּדְגָּלוֹת
To the gardenאֶל גִּנַּתof walnut treesאֱגוֹזI went downיָרַדְתִּיto seeלִרְאוֹתthe green shootsבְּאִבֵּיof the valley,הַנָּחַלto seeלִרְאוֹתwhetherהֲthe vineהַגֶּפֶןhad blossomed,פָרְחָהwhether the pomegranatesהָרִמֹּנִיםhad budded.הֵנֵצוּ
I did notלֹאknow;יָדַעְתִּיmy soulנַפְשִׁיset meשָׂמַתְנִיin the chariotsמַרְכְּבוֹתof my nobleנָדִיבpeople.עַמִּי
Return,שׁוּבִיreturn,שׁוּבִיShulammite;הַשּׁוּלַמִּיתreturn,שׁוּבִיreturn,שׁוּבִיthat we may gaze on you.וְנֶחֱזֶה בָּךְWhatמַהwill you gaze atתֶּחֱזוּin the Shulammite?בַּשּׁוּלַמִּיתLike the danceכִּמְחֹלַתof the two camps!הַמַּחֲנָיִם