The Song of Songs, Chapter 7שיר השירים 7

שׁ֤וּבִי שׁ֨וּבִי֙ הַשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית שׁ֥וּבִי שׁ֖וּבִי וְנֶחֱזֶה בָּ֑ךְ מַֽה תֶּחֱזוּ֙ בַּשּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית כִּמְחֹלַ֖ת הַֽמַּחֲנָֽיִם

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

מַה יָּפ֧וּ פְעָמַ֛יִךְ בַּנְּעָלִ֖ים בַּת נָדִ֑יב חַמּוּקֵ֣י יְרֵכַ֔יִךְ כְּמ֣וֹ חֲלָאִ֔ים מַעֲשֵׂ֖ה יְדֵ֥י אָמָּֽן

How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

שָׁרְרֵךְ֙ אַגַּ֣ן הַסַּ֔הַר אַל יֶחְסַ֖ר הַמָּ֑זֶג בִּטְנֵךְ֙ עֲרֵמַ֣ת חִטִּ֔ים סוּגָ֖ה בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים

Your navel a round goblet, wanteth not liquor: your belly an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

שְׁנֵ֥י שָׁדַ֛יִךְ כִּשְׁנֵ֥י עֳפָרִ֖ים תָּאֳמֵ֥י צְבִיָּֽה

Your two breasts like two young roes twins.

צַוָּארֵ֖ךְ כְּמִגְדַּ֣ל הַשֵּׁ֑ן עֵינַ֜יִךְ בְּרֵכ֣וֹת בְּחֶשְׁבּ֗וֹן עַל שַׁ֨עַר֙ בַּת רַבִּ֔ים אַפֵּךְ֙ כְּמִגְדַּ֣ל הַלְּבָנ֔וֹן צוֹפֶ֖ה פְּנֵ֥י דַמָּֽשֶׂק

Your neck as a tower of ivory; your eyes the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

רֹאשֵׁ֤ךְ עָלַ֨יִךְ֙ כַּכַּרְמֶ֔ל וְדַלַּ֥ת רֹאשֵׁ֖ךְ כָּאַרְגָּמָ֑ן מֶ֖לֶךְ אָס֥וּר בָּרְהָטִֽים

Your head upon you like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king held in the galleries.

מַה יָּפִית֙ וּמַה נָּעַ֔מְתְּ אַהֲבָ֖ה בַּתַּֽעֲנוּגִֽים

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!

זֹ֤את קֽוֹמָתֵךְ֙ דָּֽמְתָ֣ה לְתָמָ֔ר וְשָׁדַ֖יִךְ לְאַשְׁכֹּלֽוֹת

This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters .

אָמַ֨רְתִּי֙ אֶעֱלֶ֣ה בְתָמָ֔ר אֹֽחֲזָ֖ה בְּסַנְסִנָּ֑יו וְיִֽהְיוּ נָ֤א שָׁדַ֨יִךְ֙ כְּאֶשְׁכְּל֣וֹת הַגֶּ֔פֶן וְרֵ֥יחַ אַפֵּ֖ךְ כַּתַּפּוּחִֽים

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

וְחִכֵּ֕ךְ כְּיֵ֥ין הַטּ֛וֹב הוֹלֵ֥ךְ לְדוֹדִ֖י לְמֵישָׁרִ֑ים דּוֹבֵ֖ב שִׂפְתֵ֥י יְשֵׁנִֽים

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

אֲנִ֣י לְדוֹדִ֔י וְעָלַ֖י תְּשׁוּקָתֽוֹ

I my beloved's, and his desire toward me.

לְכָ֤ה דוֹדִי֙ נֵצֵ֣א הַשָּׂדֶ֔ה נָלִ֖ינָה בַּכְּפָרִֽים

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

נַשְׁכִּ֨ימָה֙ לַכְּרָמִ֔ים נִרְאֶ֞ה אִם פָּֽרְחָ֤ה הַגֶּ֨פֶן֙ פִּתַּ֣ח הַסְּמָדַ֔ר הֵנֵ֖צוּ הָרִמּוֹנִ֑ים שָׁ֛ם אֶתֵּ֥ן אֶת דֹּדַ֖י לָֽךְ

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, the tender grape appear, the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.

הַֽדּוּדָאִ֣ים נָֽתְנוּ רֵ֗יחַ וְעַל פְּתָחֵ֨ינוּ֙ כָּל מְגָדִ֔ים חֲדָשִׁ֖ים גַּם יְשָׁנִ֑ים דּוֹדִ֖י צָפַ֥נְתִּי לָֽךְ

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates all manner of pleasant , new and old, I have laid up for you, O my beloved.