Canticle of Canticles 7

NEW JERUSALEM	Peshitta
1 CHORUS: Come back, come back, girl from Shulam, come back, come back, where we can look at you!Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam, dancing between two lines of dancers?	1 ܬܘܒܝ̈ ܬܘܒܝ̈ ܫܝܠܘܡܝܬܐ ܬܘܒܝ ܬܘܒܝ ܘܢܚܘܪ ܒܟܝ ܡܢܐ ܬܚܙܘܢ ܒܫܝܠܘܡܝܬܐ ܕܢܚܬܐ ܐܝܟ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܐܝܟ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܕܡܫܪ̈ܝܬܐ
2 LOVER: How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, O prince's daughter! The curve of your thighs islike the curve of a necklace, work of a master hand.	2 ܡܐ ܫܦܝܪ̈ܢ ܪ̈ܓܠܝܟܝ ܒܡܣ̈ܢܐ ܒܪܬ ܡܛܝܒܐ ܘܨܘܪܬ ܥܛܡ̈ܬܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܪ̈ܩܐ ܥܒ̇ܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܝ ܐܘܡܢܐ
3 Your navel is a bowl wel rounded with no lack of wine, your bel y a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.	3 ܫ̇ܪܟܝ ܐܓܢܐ ܕܟܪܝܟܐ ܕܠܐ ܚܣܪ ܒܗ̇ ܡܙܓܐ ܟܪܣܟܝ ܥܪܡܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܛܐ ܕܣܝܓܐ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ
4 Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazel e.	4 ܬܪ̈ܝܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܬܪ̈ܝܢ ܥܘܙܝ̈ܠܐ ܬܐ̈ܡܐ ܕܛܒ̈ܝܐ ܕܪܥܝܢ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ
5 Your neck is an ivory tower. Your eyes, the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose,the Tower of Lebanon, sentinel facing Damascus.	5 ܨܘܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܓܕܠܐ ܕܫܢܐ ܥܝܢܝ̈ܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܝܡܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܚܫܒܘܢ ܥܠ ܬܪܥܐ ܕܒܪܬ ܣ̈ܓܝܐܐ ܢܚܝܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܓܕܠܐ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܕܚܐܪ ܠܐ̈ܦܝ ܕܪܡܣܘܩ
6 Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in yourtresses.	6 ܪܝܫܟܝ ܥܠܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܪܡܠܐ ܘܓܕܘ̈ܠܐ ܕܪܝܫܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܓܘܢܐ ܕܡܠܟܐ ܕܐܣܝܪ ܒܪ̈ܗܛܐ
7 How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!	7 ܡܐ ܫܦܝܪܬܝ ܘܡܐ ܒܣܝܡܬܝ ܪܚܝܡܬܐ̈ ܒܪܬ ܦܘܢܩ̈ܐ
8 In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.	8 ܘܗܕܐ ܩܘܡܬܟܝ ܕܡ̇ܝܐ ܠܕܩܠܐ ܘܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܠܣ̈ܓܘܠܐ
9 I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree, I shall seize its clusters of dates!' May your breasts beclusters of grapes, your breath sweet-scented as apples,	9 ܐܡܪܬ ܐܣܩ ܒܕܩܠܐ ܘܐܚܘܕ ܒܣ̈ܘܟܘܗܝ ܘܢܗܘܘܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܣ̈ܓܘܠܝ ܓܘ̈ܦܢܐ ܘܪܝܚ ܐ̈ܦܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܙܘܪ̈ܐ
10 and your palate like sweet wine. BELOVED: Flowing down the throat of my love, as it runs on the lipsof those who sleep.	10 ܘܚܟܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܡܪܐ ܛܒܐ ܕܐܙܠ ܠܕܕܝ ܠܬܪܝܨܘܬܐ ܕܡܙܝܥ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܝ ܘܫ̈ܢܝ
11 I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.	11 ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܥܠܝ ܦܢܝܬܗ
12 Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,	12 ܬܐ ܕܕܝ ܢܦܘܩ ܠܚܩܠܐ ܢܒܘܬ ܒܟܦܪܐ
13 and in the early morning we wil go to the vineyards. We will see if the vines are budding, if theirblossoms are opening, if the pomegranate trees are in flower. Then I shall give you the gift of my love.	13 ܘܢܩܕܡ ܠܟܪܡܐ ܢܚܙܐ ܐܢ ܦܪܥܬ ܓܦܬܐ ܘܢܦܩܘ ܣܡܕܪ̈ܐ ܘܒܠܨܘ ܪ̈ܘܡܢܐ ܬܡܢ ܐܬܠ ܠܟ ܬ̈ܕܝ
14 The mandrakes yield their fragrance, the most exquisite fruits are at our doors; the new as well as theold, I have stored them for you, my love.	14 ܝܒܪ̈ܘܚܐ ܝܗܒܘ ܪܝܚܐ ܘܥܠ ܬܪ̈ܥܝܢ ܟܠ ܐܒ̈ܒܢܝܢ ܚ̈ܕܬܝܢ ܘܥܬܝܩ̈ܝܢ ܕܕܝ ܢܛܪܬ ܠܟ