Canticle of Canticles 6

New American Bible	Peshitta ܦܫܝܼܛܬܵܐ
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