Song of Songs · Chapter 5
Peshitta OT
16 verses
1
ܐܬܝܬ ܠܓܢܬܝ ܚܬܝ ܟܠܬܐ ܐܬܝܬ ܠܓܢܬܝ ܩܛܦܬ ܡܘܪܝ ܥܡ ܒܣ̈ܡܢܝ ܐܟܠܬ ܒܣܝܡܘܬܝ ܥܡ ܕܒܫܝ ܐܫܬܝܬ ܚܡܪܝ ܥܡ ܚܠܒܝ ܐܟܘܠܘ ܚܒܪ̈ܝ̈ ܘܐܫܬܘ ܘܪܘܘ ܕܕ̈ܝ
ddy wrww w'shthw khbry 'kwlw khlby em khmry 'shthyth dbshy em bsymwthy 'klth bsmny em mwry qTpth lgnthy 'thyth klth' khthy lgnthy 'thyth
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
2
ܐܢܐ ܕܡܟܐ ܘܠܒܝ ܥܝܪ ܩܠܗ ܕܕܕܝ ܕܢܩܫ ܦܬܚܝ ܠܝ ܚܬܝ ܩܪܝܒܬܝ̈ ܝܘܢܝ ܬܡܝܡܬܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܪܝܫܝ ܐܬܡܠܝ ܛܠܐ ܘܩܘ̈ܨܬܝ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܣܝܣܝ ܠܠܝܐ
lly' rsysy mn wqwtsthy Tl' 'thmly dryshy mTl thmymth' ywny qrybthy khthy ly pthkhy dnqsh dddy qlh eyr wlby dmk' 'n'
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3
ܫܠܚܬ ܟܘܬܝܢܝ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܠܒܫܝܗ̇ ܐܫܝܓܬ ܪ̈ܓܠܝ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܛܢܦ ܐܢܝ̈ܢ
'nyn 'Tnp 'ykn' rgly 'shygth 'lbshyh 'ykn' kwthyny shlkhth
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4
ܕܕܝ ܐܘܫܛ ܐܝܕܗ ܡܢ ܢܩܒܐ ܘܡ̈ܥܝ ܓܥܘ ܥܠܘܗܝ
elwhy gew wmey nqb' mn 'ydh 'wshT ddy
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
5
ܩܡܬ ܐܢܐ ܕܐܦܬܚ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܐܝܕܝ ܢܛܦܬ ܡܘܪܐ ܘܨ̈ܒܥܬܝ ܡܘܪܐ ܢܛܦ ܥܠ ܝܕ ܣܘܟܪܐ
swkr' yd el nTp mwr' wtsbethy mwr' nTpth w'ydy lddy d'pthkh 'n' qmth
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6
ܦܬܚܬ ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܕܕܝ ܐܪܟܢ ܥܒܪ ܢܦܫܝ ܢܦܩܬ ܒܡܡܠܠܗ ܒܥܝܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܐܫܟܚܬܗ ܩܪܝܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܥܢܢܝ
enny wl' qrythh 'shkkhthh wl' beythh bmmllh npqth npshy ebr 'rkn wddy lddy 'n' pthkhth
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
7
ܐܫܟܚܘܢܝ ܢܛܘܪ̈ܐ ܕܡܬܟܪ̈ܟܝܢ ܒܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܡܚܐܘܢܝ ܘܨܠܦܘܢܝ ܢܣܒܘ ܐܪܕܝܕܝ ܡܢܝ ܢܛܪ̈ܝ ܫܘܪܐ
shwr' nTry mny 'rdydy nsbw wtslpwny mkh'wny bmdynth' dmthkrkyn nTwr' 'shkkhwny
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8
ܐܘܡ̈ܝܬܟܝܢ ܒܢ̈ܬ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ ܐܢ ܬܫܟܚ̈ܢ ܠܕܕܝ ܐܫܬ̈ܥܝܢ ܠܗ ܕܟܪܝܗܬ ܪܚܡܬܐ ܐܢܐ
'n' rkhmth' dkryhth lh 'shtheyn lddy thshkkhn 'n 'wrshlm bnth 'wmythkyn
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
9
ܡܢܘ ܕܕܟܝ ܡܢ ܕ̈ܕܐ ܫܦܝܪܬ ܒܢܫ̈ܐ ܡܢܘ ܕܕܟܝ ܡܢ ܕ̈ܕܐ ܕܗܟܢܐ ܐܘܡܝܬܝܢ
'wmythyn dhkn' dd' mn ddky mnw bnsh' shpyrth dd' mn ddky mnw
How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
10
ܕܕܝ ܚܘܪ ܘܣܘܡܩ ܘܓܒܐ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܒܘܬܐ
rbwth' mn wgb' wswmq khwr ddy
My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11
ܪܝܫܗ ܐܝܟ ܟܐܦܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܩ̈ܘܨܬܗ ܡܦܫ̈ܛܢ ܐܘ̈ܟܡܢ ܐܝܟ ܥܘܪ̈ܒܐ
ewrb' 'yk 'wkmn mpshTn qwtsthh ddhb' k'p' 'yk ryshh
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12
ܥܝܢ̈ܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܕܝܘܢܐ ܥܠ ܫܒ̈ܩܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ ܕܣܚ̈ܝܢ ܒܚܠܒܐ ܘܝܬ̈ܒܢ ܥܠ ܫܠܡܘܬܐ
shlmwth' el wythbn bkhlb' dskhyn dmy' shbq' el dywn' 'yk eynwhy
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13
ܦܟ̈ܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܫ̈ܟܒܬܐ ܕܒܣ̈ܡܐ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܗ ܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ ܕܢ̈ܛܦܢ ܡܘܪܐ ܘܢܪܕܘܢ
wnrdwn mwr' dnTpn shwshn' spwthh dbsm' mshkbth' 'yk pkwhy
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14
ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܪܟܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܕܡܠܐ ܟܐ̈ܦܝ ܕܗܒܐ ܟܪܣܗ ܥܒܕܐ ܕܫܢܐ ܥܠ ܡܦܚܐ ܕܣܦܝܠܐ
dspyl' mpkh' el dshn' ebd' krsh dhb' k'py dml' ddhb' krk' 'yk 'ydwhy
His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15
ܫܩ̈ܘܗܝ ܥܡ̈ܘܕܐ ܕܫܝܫܐ ܕܡܬܩܢܝܢ ܥܠ ܚܘܡܪ̈ܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܚܕܝܗ ܐܝܟ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܘܓܒܐ ܐܝܟ ܐܪ̈ܙܐ
'rz' 'yk wgb' dlbnn 'yk khdyh ddhb' khwmr' el dmthqnyn dshysh' emwd' shqwhy
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.