H9020–י–y

On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!

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

-- Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! -- I sought him, and I found him not.

נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”

The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), `Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'

נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”

But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.

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

Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

רַעְיָתִ֔י (י) i “my”

Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

אֲחֹתִ֣י (י) i “my”

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!

גַנִּ֖י (י) i “my”דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

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 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.'

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 do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

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

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

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

I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing 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 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 (י) i “my”וְדוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”נַפְשִׁי֙ (י֙) i “my”

The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

רְדִידִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

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

דּוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”

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

דּוֹדִ֥י (י) i “my”

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

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”רֵעִ֔י (י) I “my”

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

דּוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

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

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

Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

רַעְיָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

One is my dove, my perfect one, One she `is' of her mother, The choice one she `is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

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

I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.

נַפְשִׁ֣י (י) i “my”