Chapter 8

1If only it could be as with a brother, As if you had nursed at my mother's breast: Then I could kiss you When I met you in the street, And no one would despise me.

mi yit-TEYN-kha k'-a-KH li yo-NEKH sh'-DEI i-MI em-tza-a-KHA va-KHUTZ e-sha-K'-kha gam lo-ya-VU li

אמִ֤י יִתֶּנְךָ֙ כְּאָ֣ח לִ֔י יוֹנֵ֖ק שְׁדֵ֣י אִמִּ֑י אֶֽמְצָאֲךָ֤ בַחוּץ֙ אֶשָּׁ֣קְךָ֔ גַּ֖ם לֹא־יָבֻ֥זוּ לִֽי׃

2I would lead you, I would bring you To the house of my mother, Of her who taught me— I would let you drink of the spiced wine, Of my pomegranate juice.

en-ha-G'kha, a-vee-a-KHA el-bayt i-MEE, t'-la-m'-DE-ni, ash-K'kha, mi-YA-yin ha-re-KHAKH, me-a-SEEYS ri-MO-nee

באֶנְהָֽגְךָ֗ אֲבִֽיאֲךָ֛ אֶל־בֵּ֥ית אִמִּ֖י תְּלַמְּדֵ֑נִי אַשְׁקְךָ֙ מִיַּ֣יִן הָרֶ֔קַח מֵעֲסִ֖יס רִמֹּנִֽי׃

3His left hand was under my head, His right hand caressed me.

s'-mo-LO takh-AT ro-SHEE vi-MEE-no t'-kha-b'-KE-nee

גשְׂמֹאלוֹ֙ תַּ֣חַת רֹאשִׁ֔י וִֽימִינ֖וֹ תְּחַבְּקֵֽנִי׃

4I adjure you, O maidens of Yerushalayim: Do not wake or rouse Love until it please!

hi-sh'BA-tee et-KHEM b'-not ye-ru-sha-LA-im, mah-ta-i-ROO u-mah-t'-o-r'-RU et ha-a-ha-VAH ad sh'-tekh-PAHTZ

דהִשְׁבַּ֥עְתִּי אֶתְכֶ֖ם בְּנ֣וֹת יְרוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם מַה־תָּעִ֧ירוּ ׀ וּֽמַה־תְּעֹ֥רְר֛וּ אֶת־הָאַהֲבָ֖ה עַ֥ד שֶׁתֶּחְפָּֽץ׃

5Who is she that comes up from the desert, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; It was there your mother conceived you, There she who bore you conceived you.

mi ZOT o-LAH min ha-mid-BAR mit-ra-PE-ket al do-DAH ta-CHAT ha-ta-PU-ACH o-ra-RE-ti-KHA sha-MA chi-B'-la-TE-kha i-ME-kha sha-MA chi-B'-LAH ye-la-DA-te-KHA

המִ֣י זֹ֗את עֹלָה֙ מִן־הַמִּדְבָּ֔ר מִתְרַפֶּ֖קֶת עַל־דּוֹדָ֑הּ תַּ֤חַת הַתַּפּ֙וּחַ֙ עֽוֹרַרְתִּ֔יךָ שָׁ֚מָּה חִבְּלַ֣תְךָ אִמֶּ֔ךָ שָׁ֖מָּה חִבְּלָ֥ה יְלָדַֽתְךָ׃

6Let me be a seal upon your heart, Like the seal upon your hand. For love is fierce as death, Passion is mighty as Sheol; Its darts are darts of fire, A blazing flame.

si-ME-ni kha-TOT-am al-li-BE-kha kha-TOT-am al-ze-RO-e-kha ki-a-ZA kha-ma-VET a-ha-VA ka-SHAH ki-SHOL kin-AH re-sha-FE-ha re-sh'-PEI eSH shal-he-ve-TYA

ושִׂימֵ֨נִי כַֽחוֹתָ֜ם עַל־לִבֶּ֗ךָ כַּֽחוֹתָם֙ עַל־זְרוֹעֶ֔ךָ כִּֽי־עַזָּ֤ה כַמָּ֙וֶת֙ אַהֲבָ֔ה קָשָׁ֥ה כִשְׁא֖וֹל קִנְאָ֑ה רְשָׁפֶ֕יהָ רִשְׁפֵּ֕י אֵ֖שׁ שַׁלְהֶ֥בֶתְיָֽה׃

7Vast floods cannot quench love, Nor rivers drown it. If a man offered all his wealth for love, He would be laughed to scorn.

ma-YIM ra-BEEM lo yu-KHE-lu l'-ka-VOT et ha-a-ha-VAH u-ne-ha-ROT lo yish-te-FO-ha, im yi-TEN EEsh et-KOL hoN b'-EI-to ba-a-ha-VAH, BOZ ya-VU-zu LO. (Selah)

זמַ֣יִם רַבִּ֗ים לֹ֤א יֽוּכְלוּ֙ לְכַבּ֣וֹת אֶת־הָֽאַהֲבָ֔ה וּנְהָר֖וֹת לֹ֣א יִשְׁטְפ֑וּהָ אִם־יִתֵּ֨ן אִ֜ישׁ אֶת־כׇּל־ה֤וֹן בֵּיתוֹ֙ בָּאַהֲבָ֔ה בּ֖וֹז יָב֥וּזוּ לֽוֹ׃

8“We have a little sister, Whose breasts are not yet formed. What shall we do for our sister When she is spoken for?

a-KHOT LA-nu k'-ta-NAH v'-sha-DA-yim AYN LAH ma na-a-SEH la-a-KHO-tay-NU ba-YOM she-y'-du-BAR-BAH

חאָח֥וֹת לָ֙נוּ֙ קְטַנָּ֔ה וְשָׁדַ֖יִם אֵ֣ין לָ֑הּ מַֽה־נַּעֲשֶׂה֙ לַאֲחֹתֵ֔נוּ בַּיּ֖וֹם שֶׁיְּדֻבַּר־בָּֽהּ׃

9If she be a wall, We will build upon it a silver battlement; If she be a door, We will panel it in cedar.”

im-KHO-mah HEE ni-VE-ne AL-y'HA tee-RAT ka-SEF v'-im-DE-let HEE na-TZUR AL-y'HA LU-akh a-REZ

טאִם־חוֹמָ֣ה הִ֔יא נִבְנֶ֥ה עָלֶ֖יהָ טִ֣ירַת כָּ֑סֶף וְאִם־דֶּ֣לֶת הִ֔יא נָצ֥וּר עָלֶ֖יהָ ל֥וּחַ אָֽרֶז׃

10I am a wall, My breasts are like towers. So I became in his eyes As one who finds favor.

a-NEE kho-MAH v'-sha-DAI ka-mig-da-LOT az ha-YEE-tee b'-ay-NAV k'-mo-t'-ET sha-LOM

יאֲנִ֣י חוֹמָ֔ה וְשָׁדַ֖י כַּמִּגְדָּל֑וֹת אָ֛ז הָיִ֥יתִי בְעֵינָ֖יו כְּמוֹצְאֵ֥ת שָׁלֽוֹם׃

11Shlomo had a vineyard In Baal-hamon. He had to post guards in the vineyard: A man would give for its fruit A thousand pieces of silver.

ke-REM ha-YAH li-SHO-lo-MO b'-BA-al ha-MON na-TAN et ha-ke-REM la-no-t'-REEM EESH ya-VE b'-fi-RO el-EF ka-SEF

יאכֶּ֣רֶם הָיָ֤ה לִשְׁלֹמֹה֙ בְּבַ֣עַל הָמ֔וֹן נָתַ֥ן אֶת־הַכֶּ֖רֶם לַנֹּטְרִ֑ים אִ֛ישׁ יָבִ֥א בְּפִרְי֖וֹ אֶ֥לֶף כָּֽסֶף׃

12I have my very own vineyard: You may have the thousand, O Shlomo, And the guards of the fruit two hundred!

kar-MI she-LI le-fa-NAI, ha-E-LEF le-KHA she-LO-mo, u-ma-ta-YIM le-no-t'-RIM et pi-RYO

יבכַּרְמִ֥י שֶׁלִּ֖י לְפָנָ֑י הָאֶ֤לֶף לְךָ֙ שְׁלֹמֹ֔ה וּמָאתַ֖יִם לְנֹטְרִ֥ים אֶת־פִּרְיֽוֹ׃

13O you who linger in the garden, A lover is listening; Let me hear your voice.

ha-yo-SHE-vet ba-ga-NIM cha-VE-rim mak-shi-VEEM l'-ko-LEKH ha-sh'-mi-EE-nee

יגהַיּוֹשֶׁ֣בֶת בַּגַּנִּ֗ים חֲבֵרִ֛ים מַקְשִׁיבִ֥ים לְקוֹלֵ֖ךְ הַשְׁמִיעִֽנִי׃

14“Hurry, my beloved, Swift as a gazelle or a young stag, To the hills of spices!”

b'-RAKH do-DEE ud-MAY l'-KHA litz-VEE O l'-O-fer ha-a-ya-LEEM AL ha-RAY v'-sa-MEEM

ידבְּרַ֣ח ׀ דּוֹדִ֗י וּֽדְמֵה־לְךָ֤ לִצְבִי֙ א֚וֹ לְעֹ֣פֶר הָֽאַיָּלִ֔ים עַ֖ל הָרֵ֥י בְשָׂמִֽים׃