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By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.

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

I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.

נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”

The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?

נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”

I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.

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

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

רַעְיָתִ֔י (י) i “my”

You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.

גַנִּ֖י (י) i “my”דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.

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 am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair 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 may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

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

My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.

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

I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

לְדוֹדִ֑י (י) i “my”וְיָדַ֣י (י) i “my”וְאֶצְבְּעֹתַי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.

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

The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

רְדִידִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

דּוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”

My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.

דּוֹדִ֥י (י) i “my”

His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”רֵעִ֔י (י) I “my”

My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

דּוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

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

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

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

Before I was conscious of it, ...

נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”