Birkat HamazonChapter 5
Shir Hashirim, the Song of Songs, chapter by chapter, ready to read in Hebrew, transliterated or translated.
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5 בָּ֣אתִי לְגַנִּי֮ אֲחֹתִ֣י כַלָּה֒ אָרִ֤יתִי מוֹרִי֙ עִם־בְּשָׂמִ֔י אָכַ֤לְתִּי יַעְרִי֙ עִם־דִּבְשִׁ֔י שָׁתִ֥יתִי יֵינִ֖י עִם־חֲלָבִ֑י אִכְל֣וּ רֵעִ֔ים שְׁת֥וּ וְשִׁכְר֖וּ דּוֹדִֽים׃ אֲנִ֥י יְשֵׁנָ֖ה וְלִבִּ֣י עֵ֑ר ק֣וֹל ׀ דּוֹדִ֣י דוֹפֵ֗ק פִּתְחִי־לִ֞י אֲחֹתִ֤י רַעְיָתִי֙ יוֹנָתִ֣י תַמָּתִ֔י שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי֙ נִמְלָא־טָ֔ל קְוֻצּוֹתַ֖י רְסִ֥יסֵי לָֽיְלָה׃ פָּשַׁ֙טְתִּי֙ אֶת־כֻּתׇּנְתִּ֔י אֵיכָ֖כָה אֶלְבָּשֶׁ֑נָּה רָחַ֥צְתִּי אֶת־רַגְלַ֖י אֵיכָ֥כָה אֲטַנְּפֵֽם׃ דּוֹדִ֗י שָׁלַ֤ח יָדוֹ֙ מִן־הַחֹ֔ר וּמֵעַ֖י הָמ֥וּ עָלָֽיו׃ קַ֥מְתִּֽי אֲנִ֖י לִפְתֹּ֣חַ לְדוֹדִ֑י וְיָדַ֣י נָֽטְפוּ־מ֗וֹר וְאֶצְבְּעֹתַי֙ מ֣וֹר עֹבֵ֔ר עַ֖ל כַּפּ֥וֹת הַמַּנְעֽוּל׃ פָּתַ֤חְתִּֽי אֲנִי֙ לְדוֹדִ֔י וְדוֹדִ֖י חָמַ֣ק עָבָ֑ר נַפְשִׁי֙ יָֽצְאָ֣ה בְדַבְּר֔וֹ בִּקַּשְׁתִּ֙יהוּ֙ וְלֹ֣א מְצָאתִ֔יהוּ קְרָאתִ֖יו וְלֹ֥א עָנָֽנִי׃ מְצָאֻ֧נִי הַשֹּׁמְרִ֛ים הַסֹּבְבִ֥ים בָּעִ֖יר הִכּ֣וּנִי פְצָע֑וּנִי נָשְׂא֤וּ אֶת־רְדִידִי֙ מֵֽעָלַ֔י שֹׁמְרֵ֖י הַחֹמֽוֹת׃ הִשְׁבַּ֥עְתִּי אֶתְכֶ֖ם בְּנ֣וֹת יְרוּשָׁלִָ֑ם אִֽם־תִּמְצְאוּ֙ אֶת־דּוֹדִ֔י מַה־תַּגִּ֣ידוּ ל֔וֹ שֶׁחוֹלַ֥ת אַהֲבָ֖ה אָֽנִי׃ מַה־דּוֹדֵ֣ךְ מִדּ֔וֹד הַיָּפָ֖ה בַּנָּשִׁ֑ים מַה־דּוֹדֵ֣ךְ מִדּ֔וֹד שֶׁכָּ֖כָה הִשְׁבַּעְתָּֽנוּ׃ דּוֹדִ֥י צַח֙ וְאָד֔וֹם דָּג֖וּל מֵרְבָבָֽה׃ רֹאשׁ֖וֹ כֶּ֣תֶם פָּ֑ז קְוֻצּוֹתָיו֙ תַּלְתַּלִּ֔ים שְׁחֹר֖וֹת כָּעוֹרֵֽב׃ עֵינָ֕יו כְּיוֹנִ֖ים עַל־אֲפִ֣יקֵי מָ֑יִם רֹֽחֲצוֹת֙ בֶּֽחָלָ֔ב יֹשְׁב֖וֹת עַל־מִלֵּֽאת׃ לְחָיָו֙ כַּעֲרוּגַ֣ת הַבֹּ֔שֶׂם מִגְדְּל֖וֹת מֶרְקָחִ֑ים שִׂפְתוֹתָיו֙ שֽׁוֹשַׁנִּ֔ים נֹטְפ֖וֹת מ֥וֹר עֹבֵֽר׃ יָדָיו֙ גְּלִילֵ֣י זָהָ֔ב מְמֻלָּאִ֖ים בַּתַּרְשִׁ֑ישׁ מֵעָיו֙ עֶ֣שֶׁת שֵׁ֔ן מְעֻלֶּ֖פֶת סַפִּירִֽים׃ שׁוֹקָיו֙ עַמּ֣וּדֵי שֵׁ֔שׁ מְיֻסָּדִ֖ים עַל־אַדְנֵי־פָ֑ז מַרְאֵ֙הוּ֙ כַּלְּבָנ֔וֹן בָּח֖וּר כָּאֲרָזִֽים׃ חִכּוֹ֙ מַֽמְתַקִּ֔ים וְכֻלּ֖וֹ מַחֲמַדִּ֑ים זֶ֤ה דוֹדִי֙ וְזֶ֣ה רֵעִ֔י בְּנ֖וֹת יְרוּשָׁלִָֽם׃
5 ba'ti leganni achoti challah ariti mori im-besami achalti yari im-divshi shatiti yeini im-chalavi ichlu reiim shetu veshichru dodim ani yesheinah velibbi eir kol ׀ dodi dofeik pitchi-li achoti rayati yonati tammati sherro'shi nimla-tal kevutztzotai resisei laylah pashatti et-kuttonti eichachah elbashennah rachatzti et-raglai eichachah atannfeim dodi shalach yado min-hachor umeiai hamu alaiv kamti ani liftoach ledodi veyadai natfu-mor veetzbotai mor oveir al kappot hamman'ul patachti ani ledodi vedodi chamak avar nafshi yatzah vedabbro bikkashtihu velo metza'tihu kera'tiv velo anani metzauni hashshomerim hassovevim bair hikkuni fetza'uni nas'u et-redidi meialai shomerei hachomot hishbati etchem benot yerushalam im-timtz'u et-dodi mah-taggidu lo shecholat ahavah ani mah-dodeich middod hayyafah bannashim mah-dodeich middod shekkachah hishbatanu dodi tzach veadom dagul meirvavah ro'sho ketem paz kevutztzotaiv taltallim shechorot ka'oreiv einaiv keyonim al-afikei mayim rochatzot bechalav yoshevot al-millei't lechayav kaarugat habbosem migdlot merkachim siftotaiv shoshannim notefot mor oveir yadaiv gelilei zahav memullaim battarshish meiaiv eshet shein meullefet sappirim shokaiv ammudei sheish meyussadim al-Adonai-faz mareihu kallvanon bachur kaarazim chikko mamtakkim vechullo machamaddim zeh dodi vezeh reii benot yerushalam
5 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. Eat, O friends! Drink, and be drunk with love! I sleep, but my heart is awake. The voice of my beloved knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night. I have taken off my robe; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I soil them? My beloved put his hand through the latch-hole, and my heart yearned for him. I rose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me. The watchmen who go about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil from me. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? That I am lovesick. What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. His head is like the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. His eyes are like doves beside the water streams, washed with milk, fitly set. His cheeks are like a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs; his lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh. His hands are rods of gold set with beryl; his body is carved ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are pillars of marble set upon bases of fine gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet, and he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Understand
Her beloved comes knocking at night, but by the time she rises, he has vanished; she then goes out searching for him through the city and is mistreated by the watchmen. Asked by the daughters of Jerusalem what sets her beloved apart from other men, she gives a glowing and detailed description of him.
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