SONG OF SOLOMON 2	نشيد الانشاد 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys.	1 أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ سَوْسَنَةُ الأَوْدِيَةِ.
2 The Beloved Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.	2 كَالسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ الشَّوْكِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ الْبَنَاتِ.
3 The Shulamite Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.	3 كَالتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ الْوَعْرِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ الْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ اشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي.
4 The Shulamite to the Daughters of Jerusalem He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.	4 أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ الْخَمْرِ وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ.
5 Sustain me with cakes of raisins, Refresh me with apples, For I am lovesick.	5 أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ الزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِالتُّفَّاحِ فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.	6 شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.	7 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِالظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ الْحُقُولِ أَلاَّ تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلاَ تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ!
8 The Shulamite The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.	8 صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِراً عَلَى الْجِبَالِ قَافِزاً عَلَى التِّلاَلِ.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, Gazing through the lattice.	9 حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِالظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ الأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ الْكُوى يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ الشَّبَابِيكِ.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me: "Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.	10 أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَي.
11 For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.	11 لأَنَّ الشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى وَالْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.	12 الزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي الأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ الْقَضْبِ وَصَوْتُ الْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا.
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away!	13 التِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا وَقُعَالُ الْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.
14 "O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely."	14 يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ الصَّخْرِ فِي سِتْرِ الْمَعَاقِلِ. أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ. أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ لأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ».
15 Her Brothers Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.	15 خُذُوا لَنَا الثَّعَالِبَ الثَّعَالِبَ الصِّغَارَ الْمُفْسِدَةَ الْكُرُومِ لأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ.
16 The Shulamite My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.	16 حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ الرَّاعِي بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.
17 (To Her Beloved) Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag Upon the mountains of Bether.	17 إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ الظِّلاَلُ ارْجِعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي الظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ الأَيَائِلِ عَلَى الْجِبَالِ الْمُشَعَّبَةِ.