Canticle of Canticles 6

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	Peshitta
1 Where has your lover gone,	1 ܠܐܝܟܐ ܐܙܠ ܕܕܟܝ ܫܦܝܪܬ ܒܢܫ̈ܐ ܠܐܝܟܐ ܦܢܐ ܕܕܟܝ ܕܢܒܥܝܘܗܝ ܥܡܟܝ
2 My lover has come down to his garden,	2 ܕܕܝ ܢܚܬ ܠܓܢܬܗ ܘܠܡܫ̈ܟܒܬܐ ܕܒܣ̈ܡܐ ܕܢܪܥܐ ܒ̈ܓܢܐ ܘܢܠܩܘܛ ܫܘ̈ܫܢܐ
3 My lover belongs to me and I to him;	3 ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܕܕܝ ܠܝ ܕܪܥܐ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my beloved,	4 ܫܦܝܪܬܝ ܩܪܝܒܬܝ ܐܝܟ ܨܒܝܢܐ ܝܐܝܬܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ ܘܕܚܝܠܬܝ ܐܝܟ ܓܒܝܬܐ
5 Turn your eyes from me,	5 ܐܗܦܟܝ ܥܝܢܝ̈ܟܝ ܡܢ ܠܘܩܒܠܝ ܡܛܠ ܕܗܢܝܢ ܐܦܪܕܢܝ ܣܥܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܓܙܪܐ ܕܥ̈ܙܐ ܕܣ̇ܠܩ ܡܢ ܛܘܪܐ ܕܓܠܥܕ
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes	6 ܫ̈ܢܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܓܙܪܐ ܕܓܙܝ̈ܙܬܐ ܕܣ̇ܠܩ ܡܢ ܡܣܚܘܬܐ ܕܟܠܗܝܢ ܡܬܐ̈ܡܢ ܘܕܡܓܙܝܐ ܠܝܬ ܒܗܝܢ
7 Your cheek is like a half-pomegranate	7 ܐܝܟ ܨܠܦܐ ܕܪܘܡܢܐ ܩܕܠܟܝ ܠܒܪ ܡܢ ܫܬܩܟܝ
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,	8 ܫܬ̈ܝܢ ܐ̈ܢܝܢ ܡ̈ܠܟܢ ܘܬܡ̈ܢܐܝܢ ܕܪ̈ܘܟܢ ܘܥܠܝܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܠܝܬ ܠܗܝܢ ܡ̈ܢܝܢ
9 One alone is my dove, my perfect one,	9 ܚܕܐ ܗܝ ܝܘܢܝ ܬܡܝܡܬܐ ܚܕܐ ܗܝ ܠܐܡܗ̇ ܘܓܒܝܐ ܗܝ ܠܝܠܕܬܗ̇ ܚܙܝܗ̇ ܒܢܬ̈ܐ ܘܫܒܚܗ̇ ܡ̈ܠܟܬܐ ܘܕܪ̈ܘܟܬܐ ܫܒܚܗ̇
10 Who is this that comes forth like the dawn,	10 ܡ̇ܢ ܗܝ ܗܕܐ ܕܡܕܝܩܐ ܐܝܟ ܨܦܪܐ ܫܦܝܪܐ ܐܝܟ ܣܗܪܐ ܕܟܝܐ ܐܝܟ ܫܡܫܐ ܕܚܝܠܐ ܐܝܟ ܪ̈ܘܪܒܬܐ
11 I came down to the nut garden	11 ܠܓܢܬ ܓܘ̈ܙܐ ܢܚܬܬ ܕܐܚܙܐ ܒܐܒܐ ܕܢܚ̈ܠܐ ܠܡܚܙܐ ܐܢ ܦܪܥܬ ܓܦܬܐ ܘܐܢ ܒܠܨܘ ܪ̈ܘܡܢܐ
12 Before I knew it, my heart had made me	12 ܠܐ ܝܕܥܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܣܡܬܢܝ ܡܪܟܒܬܐ ܕܥܡܐ ܕܡܛܝܒ