Song of Solomon 4:1 ~ ﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻷﻧﺸﺎ 4:1

H ow fair you are, my love, how very fair! Your eyes behind your veil of those of a dove; your hair of a flock of goats which one sees trailing down Mount Gilead.

ما أجمَلَكِ يا حَبِيبَتِي! ما أجمَلَكِ! عَيناكِ كَيَمامَتَينِ خَلفَ نِقابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ماعِزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ.

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