Song of Solomon 7 ~ ﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻷﻧﺸﺎ 7

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1 H ow beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

ما أجْمَلَ قَدَمَيكِ فِي الحِذاءِ، يا نَبِيلَةَ الأصلِ! مُنعَطَفاتُ فَخذَيكِ كَحِلِيٍّ صَنَعَها صانِعٌ ماهِرٌ.

2 T hy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

سُرَّتُكِ كَطاسٍ مُدَوَّرَةٍ لا تَنقُصُها خَمرٌ مَمزُوجَةٌ. بَطنُكِ كَكَومَةٍ مِنَ القَمحٍ، مُحاطٌ بِالزُّهُورِ.

3 T hy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

ثَدْياكِ كابنَيِّ ظَبيٍ، كَتَوأمَي غَزالٍ.

4 T hy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

عُنُقُكِ كَبُرجٍ مِنَ العاجِ. عَيناكِ كَبُرجِ حَشْبُونَ عِندَ بَوّابَةِ بَثَّ رَبِّيمَ أنفُكِ كَبُرجِ لُبنانَ الَّذِي يَتَطَلَّعُ نَحوَ دِمَشقَ.

5 T hine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

رَأسُكِ يُتَوِّجُكِ كَجَبَلِ الكَرْمِلِ. خُصلاتُ شَعرِكِ كَسِتارَةٍ أُرجُوانِيَّةٍ، يَتَعَلَّقُ المَلِكُ بِأهدابِها.

6 H ow fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

ما أجْمَلَكِ، وَما أبْهَجَكِ، يا حَبِيبَتِي، أيَّتُها البِنتُ المُبهِجَةُ!

7 T his thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

جَلِيلَةٌ أنتِ كَشَجَرَةِ نَخِيلٍ، وَثَدْياكِ كَعَناقِيدِ البَلَحِ.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

قُلْتُ سَأتَسَلَّقُ شَجَرَةَ النَّخِيلِ، وَسَأُمسِكُ بَعضَ أغصانِها. لِتَكُنْ كَعَناقِيدِ العِنَبِ ثَدِياكِ، وَكالشَّمسِ رائِحَةُ أنفاسِكِ.

9 A nd the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

وَفَمُكِ كَأفضَلِ نَبيذٍ. نَعَمْ تَنسابُ بِرِفقٍ مِنْ أجلِ حَبِيبِي، وَتَنتَشِرُ عَلَى شَفَتَيَّ وَأسنانِي. هِيَ تَقُولُ:

10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

أنا لِحَبِيبِي، وَهُوَ يَشتاقُ إلَيَّ.

11 C ome, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

تَعالَ، يا حَبِيبِي، وَلنَذهَبْ إلَى الحَقلِ. لِنُمضِ اللَّيلَةَ فِي القُرَى.

12 L et us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

سَنُبَكِّرُ إلَى الكُرُومِ. وَسَنَرَى إنْ كانَت قَد أزهَرَتِ الكُرُومُ، أوْ تَفَتَّحَتِ البَراعِمُ، أوْ تَوَرَّدَ الرُّمّانُ. هُناكَ سَأُعْطِيكَ حُبِّي.

13 T he mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

تُطلِقُ وُرُودُ الوُدِّ رائِحَتَها الذَكِيَّةَ، وَكُلُّ أنواعِ أطايِبِ الثِّمارِ القَدِيمَةِ وَالجَدِيدَةِ فَوقَ أبوابِنا، حَفِظتُ هَذِهِ كُلَّها لَكَ يا حَبِيبِي.