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”

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: 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, but 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; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

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

רַעְיָתִ֔י (י) i “my”

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, 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, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; 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 pleasant fruits.

גַנִּ֖י (י) i “my”דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I am come into my garden, my sister, 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, 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: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and 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 bowels were 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 sweet smelling 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, and was gone: my soul failed 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 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, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that 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, 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: he 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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

Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”