H1730G–דּוֹד–dod

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.

דּוֹדִי֙ (דּוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms From the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

דּוֹדִי֙ (דּוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; And our couch is verdant. Lover

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “O lover”

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, His fruit was sweet to my taste.

דּוֹדִ֖י (דּוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.

דּוֹדִ֔י (דּוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

דוֹדִ֖י (דוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

דּוֹדִ֥י (דּוֹדִ֥) do.D “lover”

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.

דוֹדִ֜י (דוֹדִ֜) do.D “O lover”

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

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

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.

דּוֹדִ֣י (דּוֹדִ֣) do.D “lover”

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

דּוֹדִ֗י (דּוֹדִ֗) do.D “lover”

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 (דוֹדִ֑) do.D “lover”

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 (דוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”וְדוֹדִ֖י (דוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

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

דּוֹדִ֔י (דּוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”

How is your beloved better than another beloved, You fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, That you do so adjure us? Beloved

דּוֹדֵ֣ךְ (דּוֹדֵ֣) do.De “lover”מִדּ֔וֹד (דּ֔וֹד) Dod “a lover”דּוֹדֵ֣ךְ (דּוֹדֵ֣) do.De “[is] lover”מִדּ֔וֹד (דּ֔וֹד) Dod “a lover”

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

דּוֹדִ֥י (דּוֹדִ֥) do.D “lover”

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

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “[is] lover”

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

דּוֹדֵ֔ךְ (דּוֹדֵ֔) do.De “lover”דוֹדֵ֔ךְ (דוֹדֵ֔) do.De “lover”

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

דּוֹדִי֙ (דּוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

לְדוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “lover”וְדוֹדִ֣י (דוֹדִ֣) do.D “lover”

Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

לְדוֹדִ֖י (דוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

לְדוֹדִ֔י (דוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “O lover”

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

דּוֹדִ֖י (דּוֹדִ֖) do.D “O lover”