Birkat HamazonChapter 4
Shir Hashirim, the Song of Songs, chapter by chapter, ready to read in Hebrew, transliterated or translated.
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4 הִנָּ֨ךְ יָפָ֤ה רַעְיָתִי֙ הִנָּ֣ךְ יָפָ֔ה עֵינַ֣יִךְ יוֹנִ֔ים מִבַּ֖עַד לְצַמָּתֵ֑ךְ שַׂעְרֵךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הָֽעִזִּ֔ים שֶׁגָּלְשׁ֖וּ מֵהַ֥ר גִּלְעָֽד׃ שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ כְּעֵ֣דֶר הַקְּצוּב֔וֹת שֶׁעָל֖וּ מִן־הָרַחְצָ֑ה שֶׁכֻּלָּם֙ מַתְאִימ֔וֹת וְשַׁכֻּלָ֖ה אֵ֥ין בָּהֶֽם׃ כְּח֤וּט הַשָּׁנִי֙ שִׂפְתוֹתַ֔יִךְ וּמִדְבָּרֵ֖ךְ נָאוֶ֑ה כְּפֶ֤לַח הָֽרִמּוֹן֙ רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ מִבַּ֖עַד לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃ כְּמִגְדַּ֤ל דָּוִיד֙ צַוָּארֵ֔ךְ בָּנ֖וּי לְתַלְפִּיּ֑וֹת אֶ֤לֶף הַמָּגֵן֙ תָּל֣וּי עָלָ֔יו כֹּ֖ל שִׁלְטֵ֥י הַגִּבֹּרִֽים׃ שְׁנֵ֥י שָׁדַ֛יִךְ כִּשְׁנֵ֥י עֳפָרִ֖ים תְּאוֹמֵ֣י צְבִיָּ֑ה הָרוֹעִ֖ים בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים׃ עַ֤ד שֶׁיָּפ֙וּחַ֙ הַיּ֔וֹם וְנָ֖סוּ הַצְּלָלִ֑ים אֵ֤לֶךְ לִי֙ אֶל־הַ֣ר הַמּ֔וֹר וְאֶל־גִּבְעַ֖ת הַלְּבוֹנָֽה׃ כֻּלָּ֤ךְ יָפָה֙ רַעְיָתִ֔י וּמ֖וּם אֵ֥ין בָּֽךְ׃ אִתִּ֤י מִלְּבָנוֹן֙ כַּלָּ֔ה אִתִּ֖י מִלְּבָנ֣וֹן תָּב֑וֹאִי תָּשׁ֣וּרִי ׀ מֵרֹ֣אשׁ אֲמָנָ֗ה מֵרֹ֤אשׁ שְׂנִיר֙ וְחֶרְמ֔וֹן מִמְּעֹנ֣וֹת אֲרָי֔וֹת מֵֽהַרְרֵ֖י נְמֵרִֽים׃ לִבַּבְתִּ֖נִי אֲחֹתִ֣י כַלָּ֑ה לִבַּבְתִּ֙נִי֙ באחד בְּאַחַ֣ת מֵעֵינַ֔יִךְ בְּאַחַ֥ד עֲנָ֖ק מִצַּוְּרֹנָֽיִךְ׃ מַה־יָּפ֥וּ דֹדַ֖יִךְ אֲחֹתִ֣י כַלָּ֑ה מַה־טֹּ֤בוּ דֹדַ֙יִךְ֙ מִיַּ֔יִן וְרֵ֥יחַ שְׁמָנַ֖יִךְ מִכׇּל־בְּשָׂמִֽים׃ נֹ֛פֶת תִּטֹּ֥פְנָה שִׂפְתוֹתַ֖יִךְ כַּלָּ֑ה דְּבַ֤שׁ וְחָלָב֙ תַּ֣חַת לְשׁוֹנֵ֔ךְ וְרֵ֥יחַ שַׂלְמֹתַ֖יִךְ כְּרֵ֥יחַ לְבָנֽוֹן׃ גַּ֥ן ׀ נָע֖וּל אֲחֹתִ֣י כַלָּ֑ה גַּ֥ל נָע֖וּל מַעְיָ֥ן חָתֽוּם׃ שְׁלָחַ֙יִךְ֙ פַּרְדֵּ֣ס רִמּוֹנִ֔ים עִ֖ם פְּרִ֣י מְגָדִ֑ים כְּפָרִ֖ים עִם־נְרָדִֽים׃ נֵ֣רְדְּ ׀ וְכַרְכֹּ֗ם קָנֶה֙ וְקִנָּמ֔וֹן עִ֖ם כׇּל־עֲצֵ֣י לְבוֹנָ֑ה מֹ֚ר וַאֲהָל֔וֹת עִ֖ם כׇּל־רָאשֵׁ֥י בְשָׂמִֽים׃ מַעְיַ֣ן גַּנִּ֔ים בְּאֵ֖ר מַ֣יִם חַיִּ֑ים וְנֹזְלִ֖ים מִן־לְבָנֽוֹן׃ ע֤וּרִי צָפוֹן֙ וּב֣וֹאִי תֵימָ֔ן הָפִ֥יחִי גַנִּ֖י יִזְּל֣וּ בְשָׂמָ֑יו יָבֹ֤א דוֹדִי֙ לְגַנּ֔וֹ וְיֹאכַ֖ל פְּרִ֥י מְגָדָֽיו׃
4 hinnach yafah rayati hinnach yafah einayich yonim mibbaad letzammateich sareich keeider haizzim sheggalshu meihar gilad shinnayich keeider hakktzuvot shealu min-harachtzah shekkullam matimot veshakkulah ein bahem kechut hashshani siftotayich umidbareich na'veh kefelach harimmon rakkateich mibbaad letzammateich kemigdal david tzavva'reich banuy letalpiyyot elef hammagein taluy alaiv kol shiltei haggibborim shenei shadayich kishnei farim te'omei tzeviyyah haroim bashshoshannim ad sheyyafuach hayyom venasu hatztzlalim eilech li El-har hammor veel-givat hallvonah kullach yafah rayati umum ein bach itti millvanon kallah itti millvanon tavoi tashuri ׀ meiro'sh amanah meiro'sh senir vechermon mimmonot araiot meiharrei nemeirim libbavtini achoti challah libbavtini באחד beachat meieinayich beachad anak mitztzavvronayich mah-yafu dodayich achoti challah mah-tovu dodayich miyyayin vereiach shemanayich mikkol-besamim nofet tittofenah siftotayich kallah devash vechalav tachat leshoneich vereiach salmotayich kereiach levanon gan ׀ na'ul achoti challah gal na'ul mayan chatum shelachayich pardeis rimmonim im peri megadim kefarim im-neradim neird ׀ vecharkom kaneh vekinnamon im kol-atzei levonah mor vaahalot im kol-ra'shei vesamim mayan gannim beeir mayim chayyim venozelim min-levanon uri tzafon uvoi teiman hafichi ganni yizzlu vesamaiv yavo dodi leganno veyo'chal peri megadaiv
4 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes just shorn, coming up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and none is bereaved among them. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely; your temples are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, whereon hang a thousand shields, all the bucklers of the mighty men. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. You are all fair, my love; there is no blemish in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How fair is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than all spices! Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, henna with spikenard. Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat its pleasant fruits.
Understand
The beloved's lover praises her beauty in detail, from her hair to her teeth to her lips and neck, in a traditional poem of praise (wasf). He compares her to a locked garden and a sealed spring, an image of purity, before she herself invites him to come taste her fruits.
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