Canticle of Canticles 1

KING JAMES BIBLE	Peshitta
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