1 أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ، سَوْسَنَةُ الأَوْدِيَةِ.  | 1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. |
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| 2 كَالسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ الشَّوْكِ كَذلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ الْبَنَاتِ. | 2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. |
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| 3 كَالتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ الْوَعْرِ كَذلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ الْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ اشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي. | 3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. |
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| 4 أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ الْخَمْرِ، وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ. | 4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. |
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| 5 أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ الزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِالتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا. | 5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. |
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| 6 شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | 6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. |
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| 7 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِالظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ الْحُقُولِ، أَلاَّ تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلاَ تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | 7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. |
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| 8 صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِرًا عَلَى الْجِبَالِ، قَافِزًا عَلَى التِّلاَلِ. | 8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
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| 9 حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِالظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ الأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا، يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ الْكُوَى، يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ الشَّبَابِيكِ. | 9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
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| 10 أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | 10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
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| 11 لأَنَّ الشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى، وَالْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ. | 11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; |
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| 12 الزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي الأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ الْقَضْبِ ، وَصَوْتُ الْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا. | 12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
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| 13 التِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا، وَقُعَالُ الْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | 13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
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| 14 يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ الصَّخْرِ، فِي سِتْرِ الْمَعَاقِلِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ، أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ. | 14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
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| 15 خُذُوا لَنَا الثَّعَالِبَ، الثَّعَالِبَ الصِّغَارَ الْمُفْسِدَةَ الْكُرُومِ، لأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ. | 15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. |
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| 16 حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ. الرَّاعِي بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ. | 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. |
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| 17 إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ الظِّلاَلُ، ارْجعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي الظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ الأَيَائِلِ عَلَى الْجِبَالِ الْمُشَعَّبَةِ. | 17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. |
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