Lexicon entry · Hebrew
H9020יy
myPart of speech: Possessive suffix: 1st person common singular
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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”
'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: 'Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?'
נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”
Scarce 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 as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from 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, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”
A garden shut up is my sister, 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, 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 sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: '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 coat; 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 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 dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
לְדוֹדִ֑י (י) i “my”וְיָדַ֣י (י) i “my”וְאֶצְבְּעֹתַי֙ (י֙) i “my”
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. 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, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
דּוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”
'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above 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 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, that feedeth among the lilies.'
לְדוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”וְדוֹדִ֣י (י) i “my”
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”
My dove, my 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 called her happy; 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 upon the chariots of my princely people.
נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”