Canticle of Canticles 1

King James Bible	Peshitta ܦܫܝܼܛܬܵܐ
¹ The song of songs, which is Solomon's.	¹ ܬܫܒܚܬ ܬܫܒ̈ܚܬܐ ܕܫܠܝܡܘܢ
² Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.	² ܢ̇ܫܩܢܝ ܡܢ ܢܘܫ̈ܩܬܐ ܕܦܘܡܗ ܡܛܠ ܕܛܒ̈ܝܢ ܪ̈ܚܡܝܟ ܡܢ ܚܡܪܐ
³ Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.	³ ܠܪܝܚ ܒܣ̈ܡܢܝܟ ܛܒ̈ܐ ܡܫܚܐ ܕܡܘܪܐ ܫܡܟ ܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܥܠܝܡ̈ܬܐ ܪܚܡܟ
⁴ Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.	⁴ ܓܕܝܢܝ ܒܬܪܟ ܢܪܗܛ ܐܥܠܝܢܝ ܡܠܟܐ ܠܩܝܛܘܢܟ ܢܚܕܐ ܘܢܕܘܨ ܒܟ ܢܬܕܟܪ ܚܘܒܟ ܡܢ ܚܡܪܐ ܘܡܢ ܬܪ̈ܝܨܐ ܪܚܡܬܟ
⁵ I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.	⁵ ܐܘܟܡܐ ܐܢܐ ܘܝܐܝܐ ܐܢܐ ܒ̈ܢܬ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ ܐܝܟ ܡܫ̈ܟܢܝ ܩܕܪ ܘܐܝܟ ܝܪ̈ܝܥܬ ܫܠܝܡܘܢ
⁶ Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.	⁶ ܠܐ ܬܚܙܘܢܢܝ ܕܐܘܟܡܬ ܕܐܘܟܡܢܝ ܫܡܫܐ ܒܢ̈ܝ ܐܡܝ ܐܬܟܬܫܘ ܒܝ ܣܡܘܢܝ ܢܛܪܬ ܟܪ̈ܡܐ ܘܟܪܡܝ ܕܝܠܝ ܠܐ ܢܛܪܬ
⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?	⁷ ܚܘܐܘܢܝ ܡ̇ܢ ܕܪܚܡܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܐܝܟܐ ܪܥܝܬ ܘܐܝܟܢܐ ܪܒܥܬ ܒܛܗܪܐ ܕܠܡܐ ܐܗܘܐ ܐܝܟ ܛܥܝܬܐ ܒܓܙܪܐ ܕܥܪ̈ܒܝܟ
⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.	⁸ ܐܠܐ ܬܕܥܝܢ ܝܬܟܝ ܫܦܝܪܬ ܒܢܫ̈ܐ ܬܝ ܐܢܬܝ ܒܥܩܒܬܐ ܕܥܢܐ ܘܪܥܝ ܓܕܝ̈ܟܝ ܒܡܫܟܢܐ ܕܪ̈ܥܘܬܐ
⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.	⁹ ܠܣܘܣܬܝ ܒܡܪܟܒܬܗ ܕܦܪܥܘܢ ܕܡܝܬܟܝ ܩܪܝܒܬܝ
¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.	¹⁰ ܝܐ̇ܝܢ ܦܟܝ̈ܟܝ ܒܓܕܘ̈ܠܐ̈ ܘܨܘܪܟܝ ܒܥܩ̈ܐ
¹¹ We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.	¹¹ ܓܕܘ̈ܠܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܢܥܒܕ ܠܟܝ ܥܡ ܙܠܝܚ̈ܐ ܕܣܐܡܐ
¹² While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.	¹² ܥܡ ܡܠܟܐ ܒܣܡܟܗ ܢܪܕܝ ܝܗܒ ܪܝܚܗ
¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.	¹³ ܨܪܪܐ ܕܡܘܪܐ ܕܪܚ̇ܡ ܠܝ ܒܝܬ ܬ̈ܕܝ ܢܒܘܬ
¹⁴ My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.	¹⁴ ܣܓܘܠܐ ܕܟܘܦܪܐ ܕܕܝ ܒܟܪܡܐ ܕܥܝܢ ܓܕ
¹⁵ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.	¹⁵ ܗܐ ܫܦܝܪܬܝ ܩܪܝܒܬܝ̈ ܗܐ ܫܦܝܪܬܝ ܥܝܢ̈ܝܟܝ ܕܝܘܢܐ
¹⁶ Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.	¹⁶ ܗܐ ܫܦܝܪ ܐܢܬ ܕܕܝ ܐܦ ܒܣܝܡ ܐܦ ܥܪܣܢ ܪܨܝܦ
¹⁷ The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.	¹⁷ ܩܪ̈ܝܬ ܒܝܬܢ ܐܪ̈ܙܐ ܥܪ̈ܩܐ ܕܩܛܪ̈ܩܐ