Canticle of Canticles 7

KING JAMES BIBLE	Peshitta
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.	1 ܬܘܒܝ̈ ܬܘܒܝ̈ ܫܝܠܘܡܝܬܐ ܬܘܒܝ ܬܘܒܝ ܘܢܚܘܪ ܒܟܝ ܡܢܐ ܬܚܙܘܢ ܒܫܝܠܘܡܝܬܐ ܕܢܚܬܐ ܐܝܟ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܐܝܟ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܕܡܫܪ̈ܝܬܐ
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.	2 ܡܐ ܫܦܝܪ̈ܢ ܪ̈ܓܠܝܟܝ ܒܡܣ̈ܢܐ ܒܪܬ ܡܛܝܒܐ ܘܨܘܪܬ ܥܛܡ̈ܬܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܪ̈ܩܐ ܥܒ̇ܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܝ ܐܘܡܢܐ
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.	3 ܫ̇ܪܟܝ ܐܓܢܐ ܕܟܪܝܟܐ ܕܠܐ ܚܣܪ ܒܗ̇ ܡܙܓܐ ܟܪܣܟܝ ܥܪܡܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܛܐ ܕܣܝܓܐ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.	4 ܬܪ̈ܝܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܬܪ̈ܝܢ ܥܘܙܝ̈ܠܐ ܬܐ̈ܡܐ ܕܛܒ̈ܝܐ ܕܪܥܝܢ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.	5 ܨܘܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܓܕܠܐ ܕܫܢܐ ܥܝܢܝ̈ܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܝܡܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܚܫܒܘܢ ܥܠ ܬܪܥܐ ܕܒܪܬ ܣ̈ܓܝܐܐ ܢܚܝܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܓܕܠܐ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܕܚܐܪ ܠܐ̈ܦܝ ܕܪܡܣܘܩ
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!	6 ܪܝܫܟܝ ܥܠܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܪܡܠܐ ܘܓܕܘ̈ܠܐ ܕܪܝܫܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܓܘܢܐ ܕܡܠܟܐ ܕܐܣܝܪ ܒܪ̈ܗܛܐ
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.	7 ܡܐ ܫܦܝܪܬܝ ܘܡܐ ܒܣܝܡܬܝ ܪܚܝܡܬܐ̈ ܒܪܬ ܦܘܢܩ̈ܐ
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;	8 ܘܗܕܐ ܩܘܡܬܟܝ ܕܡ̇ܝܐ ܠܕܩܠܐ ܘܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܠܣ̈ܓܘܠܐ
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.	9 ܐܡܪܬ ܐܣܩ ܒܕܩܠܐ ܘܐܚܘܕ ܒܣ̈ܘܟܘܗܝ ܘܢܗܘܘܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܣ̈ܓܘܠܝ ܓܘ̈ܦܢܐ ܘܪܝܚ ܐ̈ܦܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܙܘܪ̈ܐ
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.	10 ܘܚܟܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܡܪܐ ܛܒܐ ܕܐܙܠ ܠܕܕܝ ܠܬܪܝܨܘܬܐ ܕܡܙܝܥ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܝ ܘܫ̈ܢܝ
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.	11 ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܥܠܝ ܦܢܝܬܗ
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.	12 ܬܐ ܕܕܝ ܢܦܘܩ ܠܚܩܠܐ ܢܒܘܬ ܒܟܦܪܐ
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.	13 ܘܢܩܕܡ ܠܟܪܡܐ ܢܚܙܐ ܐܢ ܦܪܥܬ ܓܦܬܐ ܘܢܦܩܘ ܣܡܕܪ̈ܐ ܘܒܠܨܘ ܪ̈ܘܡܢܐ ܬܡܢ ܐܬܠ ܠܟ ܬ̈ܕܝ
	14 ܝܒܪ̈ܘܚܐ ܝܗܒܘ ܪܝܚܐ ܘܥܠ ܬܪ̈ܥܝܢ ܟܠ ܐܒ̈ܒܢܝܢ ܚ̈ܕܬܝܢ ܘܥܬܝܩ̈ܝܢ ܕܕܝ ܢܛܪܬ ܠܟ