H9020–י–y

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

מִשְׁכָּבִי֙ (י֙) i “my”נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”

[supplied: I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”

The watchmen that go about the city found me; [supplied: To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”

It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”אִמִּ֔י (י) i “my”

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [supplied: as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

רַעְיָתִ֔י (י) i “my”

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [supplied: my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

How fair is thy love, my sister, [supplied: my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

A garden shut up is my sister, [supplied: my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

גַנִּ֖י (י) i “my”דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I am come into my garden, my sister, [supplied: my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

לְגַנִּי֮ (י֮) i “my”אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”מוֹרִי֙ (י֙) i “my”בְּשָׂמִ֔י (י) i “my”יַעְרִי֙ (י֙) i “my”דִּבְשִׁ֔י (י) i “my”יֵינִ֖י (י) i “my”חֲלָבִ֑י (י) i “my”

I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [supplied: saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

וְלִבִּ֣י (י) i “my”דּוֹדִ֣י (י) i “my”אֲחֹתִ֤י (י) i “my”רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”יוֹנָתִ֣י (י) i “my”תַמָּתִ֔י (י) i “my”שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי֙ (י֙) i “my”קְוֻּצּוֹתַ֖י (י) i “my”

I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

כֻּתָּנְתִּ֔י (י) i “my”רַגְלַ֖י (י) i “my”

My beloved put in his hand by the hole [supplied: of the door], And my heart was moved for him.

דּוֹדִ֗י (י) i “my”וּמֵעַ֖י (י) i “my”

I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

לְדוֹדִ֑י (י) i “my”וְיָדַ֣י (י) i “my”וְאֶצְבְּעֹתַי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [supplied: and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

לְדוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”וְדוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”נַפְשִׁי֙ (י֙) i “my”

The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

רְדִידִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

דּוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”

My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

דּוֹדִ֥י (י) i “my”

His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”רֵעִ֔י (י) I “my”

My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

דּוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [supplied: his flock] among the lilies,

לְדוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”וְדוֹדִ֣י (י) i “my”

Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

My dove, my undefiled, is [supplied: but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [supplied: Yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

יוֹנָתִ֣י (י) i “my”תַמָּתִ֔י (י) i “my”

Before I was aware, my soul set me [supplied: Among] the chariots of my princely people.

נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”