Song of Solomon 8

1 O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

1 لَيْتَكَ كَأَخٍ لِي ٱلرَّاضِعِ ثَدْيَيْ أُمِّي، فَأَجِدَكَ فِي ٱلْخَارِجِ وَأُقَبِّلَكَ وَلَا يُخْزُونَنِي.

2 I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.

2 وَأَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي، وَهِيَ تُعَلِّمُنِي، فَأَسْقِيكَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ ٱلْمَمْزُوجَةِ مِنْ سُلَافِ رُمَّانِي.

3 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

3 شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.

4 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

4 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.

5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.

5 مَنْ هَذِهِ ٱلطَّالِعَةُ مِنَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ مُسْتَنِدَةً عَلَى حَبِيبِهَا؟ تَحْتَ شَجَرَةِ ٱلتُّفَّاحِ شَوَّقْتُكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ أُمُّكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ وَالِدَتُكَ.

6 Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all.

6 اِجْعَلْنِي كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى قَلْبِكَ، كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى سَاعِدِكَ. لِأَنَّ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ قَوِيَّةٌ كَٱلْمَوْتِ. ٱلْغَيْرَةُ قَاسِيَةٌ كَٱلْهَاوِيَةِ. لَهِيبُهَا لَهِيبُ نَارِ لَظَى ٱلرَّبِّ.

7 Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.

7 مِيَاهٌ كَثِيرَةٌ لَا تَسْتَطِيعُ أَنْ تُطْفِئَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ، وَٱلسُّيُولُ لَا تَغْمُرُهَا. إِنْ أَعْطَى ٱلْإِنْسَانُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ بَيْتِهِ بَدَلَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةِ، تُحْتَقَرُ ٱحْتِقَارًا.

8 We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?

8 لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَيْسَ لَهَا ثَدْيَانِ. فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لِأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمٍ تُخْطَبُ؟

9 If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

9 إِنْ تَكُنْ سُورًا فَنَبْنِي عَلَيْهَا بُرْجَ فِضَّةٍ. وَإِنْ تَكُنْ بَابًا فَنَحْصُرُهَا بِأَلْوَاحِ أَرْزٍ.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.

10 أَنَا سُورٌ وَثَدْيَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَوَاجِدَةٍ سَلَامَةً.

11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.

11 كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلَ هَامُونَ. دَفَعَ ٱلْكَرْمَ إِلَى نَوَاطِيرَ، كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ يُؤَدِّي عَنْ ثَمَرِهِ أَلْفًا مِنَ ٱلْفِضَّةِ.

12 But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

12 كَرْمِي ٱلَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. ٱلْأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ لِنَوَاطِيرِ ٱلثَّمَرِ.

13 You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!

13 أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَالِسَةُ فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، ٱلْأَصْحَابُ يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي.

14 Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

14 اُهْرُبْ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ كَغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى جِبَالِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ.