H9020–י–y

On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

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

I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I 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: -- Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?

נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”

-- Scarcely had 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 doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes 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] spouse; 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] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

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

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

Awake, north wind, and come, [supplied: thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [supplied: that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.

גַנִּ֖י (י) i “my”דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I am come into my garden, my sister, [supplied: my] spouse; 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, beloved ones!

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 slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine 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 tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --

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

My beloved put in his hand by the hole [supplied: of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.

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

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

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

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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

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

רְדִידִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? -- That I am sick of 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, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”רֵעִ֔י (י) I “my”

My beloved is gone down into 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, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; 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 upon the chariots of my willing people.

נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”