H1730G–דּוֹד–dod

A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

דּוֹדִי֙ (דּוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

דּוֹדִי֙ (דּוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “O lover”

As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

דּוֹדִ֖י (דּוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

דּוֹדִ֔י (דּוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”

My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

דוֹדִ֖י (דוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

דּוֹדִ֥י (דּוֹדִ֥) do.D “lover”

Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!

דוֹדִ֜י (דוֹדִ֜) do.D “O lover”

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

דּוֹדִ֣י (דּוֹדִ֣) do.D “lover”

My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

דּוֹדִ֗י (דּוֹדִ֗) do.D “lover”

I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

לְדוֹדִ֑י (דוֹדִ֑) do.D “lover”

I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

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

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!

דּוֹדִ֔י (דּוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”

What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

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

My beloved `is' clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

דּוֹדִ֥י (דּוֹדִ֥) do.D “lover”

His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “[is] lover”

Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

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

My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

דּוֹדִי֙ (דּוֹדִ) do.D “lover”

I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

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

And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

לְדוֹדִ֖י (דוֹדִ֖) do.D “lover”

I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.

לְדוֹדִ֔י (דוֹדִ֔) do.D “lover”

Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

דוֹדִי֙ (דוֹדִ) do.D “O lover”

The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

דּוֹדִ֖י (דּוֹדִ֖) do.D “O lover”