H9020–י–y

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

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

I will get up now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”

The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”

I had scarcely passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, Into the chamber of her who conceived me.

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

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

רַעְיָתִ֔י (י) i “my”

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover

גַנִּ֖י (י) i “my”דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I have 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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. 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 was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My hair with the dampness 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 taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

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

My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

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

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On 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 left; gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.

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

The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

רְדִידִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

דּוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”

My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

דּוֹדִ֥י (י) i “my”

His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. Friends

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”רֵעִ֔י (י) I “my”

My beloved has 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 browses among the lilies,

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

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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

Without realizing it, My desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends

נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”