Birkat HamazonChapter 2
Shir Hashirim, the Song of Songs, chapter by chapter, ready to read in Hebrew, transliterated or translated.
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2 אֲנִי֙ חֲבַצֶּ֣לֶת הַשָּׁר֔וֹן שֽׁוֹשַׁנַּ֖ת הָעֲמָקִֽים׃ כְּשֽׁוֹשַׁנָּה֙ בֵּ֣ין הַחוֹחִ֔ים כֵּ֥ן רַעְיָתִ֖י בֵּ֥ין הַבָּנֽוֹת׃ כְּתַפּ֙וּחַ֙ בַּעֲצֵ֣י הַיַּ֔עַר כֵּ֥ן דּוֹדִ֖י בֵּ֣ין הַבָּנִ֑ים בְּצִלּוֹ֙ חִמַּ֣דְתִּי וְיָשַׁ֔בְתִּי וּפִרְי֖וֹ מָת֥וֹק לְחִכִּֽי׃ הֱבִיאַ֙נִי֙ אֶל־בֵּ֣ית הַיָּ֔יִן וְדִגְל֥וֹ עָלַ֖י אַהֲבָֽה׃ סַמְּכ֙וּנִי֙ בָּֽאֲשִׁישׁ֔וֹת רַפְּד֖וּנִי בַּתַּפּוּחִ֑ים כִּי־חוֹלַ֥ת אַהֲבָ֖ה אָֽנִי׃ שְׂמֹאלוֹ֙ תַּ֣חַת לְרֹאשִׁ֔י וִימִינ֖וֹ תְּחַבְּקֵֽנִי׃ הִשְׁבַּ֨עְתִּי אֶתְכֶ֜ם בְּנ֤וֹת יְרוּשָׁלִַ֙ם֙ בִּצְבָא֔וֹת א֖וֹ בְּאַיְל֣וֹת הַשָּׂדֶ֑ה אִם־תָּעִ֧ירוּ ׀ וְֽאִם־תְּע֥וֹרְר֛וּ אֶת־הָאַהֲבָ֖ה עַ֥ד שֶׁתֶּחְפָּֽץ׃ ק֣וֹל דּוֹדִ֔י הִנֵּה־זֶ֖ה בָּ֑א מְדַלֵּג֙ עַל־הֶ֣הָרִ֔ים מְקַפֵּ֖ץ עַל־הַגְּבָעֽוֹת׃ דּוֹמֶ֤ה דוֹדִי֙ לִצְבִ֔י א֖וֹ לְעֹ֣פֶר הָֽאַיָּלִ֑ים הִנֵּה־זֶ֤ה עוֹמֵד֙ אַחַ֣ר כׇּתְלֵ֔נוּ מַשְׁגִּ֙יחַ֙ מִן־הַֽחַלֹּנ֔וֹת מֵצִ֖יץ מִן־הַחֲרַכִּֽים׃ עָנָ֥ה דוֹדִ֖י וְאָ֣מַר לִ֑י ק֥וּמִי לָ֛ךְ רַעְיָתִ֥י יָפָתִ֖י וּלְכִי־לָֽךְ׃ כִּֽי־הִנֵּ֥ה הַסְּתָ֖ו עָבָ֑ר הַגֶּ֕שֶׁם חָלַ֖ף הָלַ֥ךְ לֽוֹ׃ הַנִּצָּנִים֙ נִרְא֣וּ בָאָ֔רֶץ עֵ֥ת הַזָּמִ֖יר הִגִּ֑יעַ וְק֥וֹל הַתּ֖וֹר נִשְׁמַ֥ע בְּאַרְצֵֽנוּ׃ הַתְּאֵנָה֙ חָֽנְטָ֣ה פַגֶּ֔יהָ וְהַגְּפָנִ֥ים ׀ סְמָדַ֖ר נָ֣תְנוּ רֵ֑יחַ ק֥וּמִי לכי לָ֛ךְ רַעְיָתִ֥י יָפָתִ֖י וּלְכִי־לָֽךְ׃ יוֹנָתִ֞י בְּחַגְוֵ֣י הַסֶּ֗לַע בְּסֵ֙תֶר֙ הַמַּדְרֵגָ֔ה הַרְאִ֙ינִי֙ אֶת־מַרְאַ֔יִךְ הַשְׁמִיעִ֖נִי אֶת־קוֹלֵ֑ךְ כִּי־קוֹלֵ֥ךְ עָרֵ֖ב וּמַרְאֵ֥יךְ נָאוֶֽה׃ אֶֽחֱזוּ־לָ֙נוּ֙ שֻֽׁעָלִ֔ים שֻׁעָלִ֥ים קְטַנִּ֖ים מְחַבְּלִ֣ים כְּרָמִ֑ים וּכְרָמֵ֖ינוּ סְמָדַֽר׃ דּוֹדִ֥י לִי֙ וַאֲנִ֣י ל֔וֹ הָרֹעֶ֖ה בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ עַ֤ד שֶׁיָּפ֙וּחַ֙ הַיּ֔וֹם וְנָ֖סוּ הַצְּלָלִ֑ים סֹב֩ דְּמֵה־לְךָ֨ דוֹדִ֜י לִצְבִ֗י א֛וֹ לְעֹ֥פֶר הָאַיָּלִ֖ים עַל־הָ֥רֵי בָֽתֶר׃
2 ani chavatztzelet hashsharon shoshannat haamakim keshoshannah bein hachochim kein rayati bein habbanot ketappuach baatzei hayyaar kein dodi bein habbanim betzillo chimmadti veyashavti ufiryo matok lechikki heviani El-beit hayyayin vediglo alai ahavah sammchuni baashishot rappduni battappuchim ki-cholat ahavah ani semo'lo tachat lero'shi vimino techabbkeini hishbati etchem benot yerushalam bitzva'ot o beaylot hassadeh im-tairu ׀ veim-te'oreru et-haahavah ad shettechpatz kol dodi hinneih-zeh ba medalleig al-heharim mekappeitz al-haggva'ot domeh dodi litzvi o leofer haayyalim hinneih-zeh omeid achar kotleinu mashgiach min-hachallonot meitzitz min-hacharakkim anah dodi veamar li kumi lach rayati yafati ulechi-lach ki-hinneih hasstav avar haggeshem chalaf halach lo hannitztzanim nir'u vaaretz eit hazzamir higgia vekol hattor nishma beartzeinu hatteinah chantah faggeiha vehaggfanim ׀ semadar natnu reiach kumi לכי lach rayati yafati ulechi-lach yonati bechagvei hassela beseiter hammadreigah harini et-marayich hashmiini et-koleich ki-koleich areiv umareich na'veh echezu-lanu shualim shualim ketannim mechabblim keramim ucherameinu semadar dodi li vaani lo haroeh bashshoshannim ad sheyyafuach hayyom venasu hatztzlalim sov demeih-lecha dodi litzvi o leofer haayyalim al-harei vater
2 I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys. Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the maidens. Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men; I delighted to sit in his shade, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love. Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases. The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag; behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. My beloved spoke and said to me: Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree ripens its green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 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. Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom. My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
Understand
The beloved compares herself to a flower of the field; her beloved, to a gazelle leaping over the mountains, coming to call her outside now that spring has finally arrived. This chapter contains the famous refrain "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine," an image of the unbreakable bond between the two lovers.
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