If only you wereמִי יִתֶּנְךָlike a brotherכְּאָחto me,לִיwho nursed atיוֹנֵקthe breastsשְׁדֵיof my mother!אִמִּיI would find youאֶמְצָאֲךָoutside,בַחוּץI would kiss you,אֶשָׁקְךָand yet no oneגַּם לֹאwould despiseיָבוּזוּme.לִי
I would lead you,אֶנְהָגֲךָI would bring youאֲבִיאֲךָinto the houseאֶל בֵּיתof my mother;אִמִּיyou would teach me;תְּלַמְּדֵנִיI would give you to drinkאַשְׁקְךָof the spicedהָרֶקַחwine,מִיַּיִןof the juiceמֵעֲסִיסof my pomegranates.רִמֹּנִי
His left handשְׂמֹאלוֹis underתַּחַתmy head,רֹאשִׁיand his right handוִימִינוֹembraces me.תְּחַבְּקֵנִי
I make you swear,הִשְׁבַּעְתִּי אֶתְכֶםdaughtersבְּנוֹתof Jerusalem,יְרוּשָׁלִָםwhyמַהwould you awakenתָּעִירוּand whyוּמַהarouseתְּעֹרְרוּloveאֶת הָאַהֲבָהuntilעַד שֶׁit pleases?תֶּחְפָּץ
Whoמִיis thisזֹאתcoming upעֹלָהfrom the wilderness,מִן הַמִּדְבָּרleaningמִתְרַפֶּקֶתon her beloved?עַל דּוֹדָהּUnderתַּחַתthe apple treeהַתַּפּוּחַI awakened you;עוֹרַרְתִּיךָthereשָׁמָּהyour motherאִמֶּךָwas in labor with you;חִבְּלַתְךָthereשָׁמָּהshe who bore youיְלָדַתְךָwas in labor.חִבְּלָה
Set meשִׂימֵנִיas a sealכַחוֹתָםon your heart,עַל לִבֶּךָas a sealכַּחוֹתָםon your arm,עַל זְרוֹעֶךָforכִּיstrongעַזָּהas deathכַמָּוֶתis love,אַהֲבָהhardקָשָׁהas Sheolכִשְׁאוֹלis jealousy;קִנְאָהits flamesרְשָׁפֶיהָare flamesרִשְׁפֵּיof fire,אֵשׁa flameשַׁלְהֶבֶתְof Yah.יָה
Manyרַבִּיםwatersמַיִםcannotלֹא יוּכְלוּquenchלְכַבּוֹתlove,אֶת הָאַהֲבָהnor can riversוּנְהָרוֹת לֹאflood it;יִשְׁטְפוּהָifאִםa manאִישׁgaveיִתֵּןallאֶת כָּלthe wealthהוֹןof his houseבֵּיתוֹfor love,בָּאַהֲבָהwith contemptבּוֹזthey would despiseיָבוּזוּhim.לוֹ
We haveלָנוּa littleקְטַנָּהsister,אָחוֹתand she has noאֵין לָהּbreasts;וְשָׁדַיִםwhatמַהshall we doנַּעֲשֶׂהfor our sisterלַאֲחֹתֵנוּon the dayבַּיּוֹםwhenשֶׁone speaksיְּדֻבַּרof her?בָּהּ
Ifאִםshe isהִיאa wall,חוֹמָהwe will buildנִבְנֶהon herעָלֶיהָbattlementsטִירַתof silver;כָּסֶףand ifוְאִםshe isהִיאa door,דֶּלֶתwe will encloseנָצוּרherעָלֶיהָwith a boardלוּחַof cedar.אָרֶז
Iאֲנִיam a wall,חוֹמָהand my breastsוְשָׁדַיlike towers;כַּמִּגְדָּלוֹתthenאָזI wasהָיִיתִיin his eyesבְעֵינָיוlike one who findsכְּמוֹצְאֵתpeace.שָׁלוֹם
Solomonשְׁלֹמֹהhadהָיָה לִa vineyardכֶּרֶםat Baal-hamon;בְּבַעַל הָמוֹןhe gaveנָתַןthe vineyardאֶת הַכֶּרֶםto keepers;לַנֹּטְרִיםeachאִישׁwould bringיָבִאfor its fruitבְּפִרְיוֹa thousandאֶלֶףshekels of silver.כָּסֶף
My vineyard,כָּרְמִיmy own,שֶׁלִּיis before me;לְפָנָיthe thousand areהָאֶלֶףfor you,לְךָSolomon,שְׁלֹמֹהand two hundredוּמָאתַיִםfor those who keepלְנֹטְרִיםits fruit.אֶת פִּרְיוֹ
You who dwellהַיוֹשֶׁבֶתin the gardens,בַּגַּנִּיםcompanionsחֲבֵרִיםare listeningמַקְשִׁיבִיםfor your voice;לְקוֹלֵךְlet me hear it.הַשְׁמִיעִינִי
Flee,בְּרַחmy beloved,דּוֹדִיand be likeוּדְמֵה לְךָa gazelleלִצְבִיorאוֹa fawnלְעֹפֶר הָאַיָּלִיםon the mountainsעַל הָרֵיof balsams.בְשָׂמִים