SONG OF SOLOMON 4	نشيد الانشاد 4
1 The Beloved Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.	1 هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ مِنْ تَحْتِ نَقَابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ رَابِضٍ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعَادَ.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them.	2 أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ الْجَزَائِزِ الصَّادِرَةِ مِنَ الْغَسْلِ اللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ وَلَيْسَ فِيهِنَّ عَقِيمٌ.
3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.	3 شَفَتَاكِ كَسِلْكَةٍ مِنَ الْقِرْمِزِ. وَفَمُكِ حُلْوٌ. خَدُّكِ كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.	4 عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ الْمَبْنِيِّ لِلأَسْلِحَةِ. أَلْفُ مِجَنٍّ عُلِّقَ عَلَيْهِ كُلُّهَا أَتْرَاسُ الْجَبَابِرَةِ.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.	5 ثَدْيَاكِ كَخِشْفَتَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.
6 Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.	6 إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ الظِّلاَلُ أَذْهَبُ إِلَى جَبَلِ الْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ اللُّبَانِ.
7 You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.	7 كُلُّكِ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي لَيْسَ فِيكِ عَيْبَةٌ.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.	8 هَلُمِّي مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسُ مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! انْظُرِي مِنْ رَأْسِ أَمَانَةَ مِنْ رَأْسِ شَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ مِنْ خُدُورِ الأُسُودِ مِنْ جِبَالِ النُّمُورِ.
9 You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace.	9 قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي يَا أُخْتِي الْعَرُوسُ. قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي بِإِحْدَى عَيْنَيْكِ بِقَلاَدَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْ عُنُقِكِ.
10 How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices!	10 مَا أَحْسَنَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي الْعَرُوسُ! كَمْ مَحَبَّتُكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ وَكَمْ رَائِحَةُ أَدْهَانِكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنْ كُلِّ الأَطْيَابِ!
11 Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.	11 شَفَتَاكِ يَا عَرُوسُ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْداً. تَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَرَائِحَةِ لُبْنَانَ.
12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.	12 أُخْتِي الْعَرُوسُ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ يَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,	13 أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ أَثْمَارٍ نَفِيسَةٍ فَاغِيَةٍ وَنَارِدِينٍ.
14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices--	14 نَارِدِينٍ وَكُرْكُمٍ. قَصَبِ الذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ مَعَ كُلِّ عُودِ اللُّبَانِ. مُرٌّ وَعُودٌ مَعَ كُلِّ أَنْفَسِ الأَطْيَابِ.
15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.	15 يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ بِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ وَسُيُولٌ مِنْ لُبْنَانَ.
16 The Shulamite Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.	16 اِسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ الشَّمَالِ وَتَعَالَيْ يَا رِيحَ الْجَنُوبِ! هَبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَتَقْطُرَ أَطْيَابُهَا. لِيَأْتِ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَأْكُلْ ثَمَرَهُ النَّفِيسَ.