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Martedi, 18 agosto 2026 - Sant´ Elena ( Letture di oggi)

Cantico ܬܫܒܚܬ ܬܫܒܚ̈ܬܐ 5


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1 ܐܬܝܬ ܠܓܢܬܝ ܚܬܝ ܟܠܬܐ ܐܬܝܬ ܠܓܢܬܝ ܩܛܦܬ ܡܘܪܝ ܥܡ ܒܣ̈ܡܢܝ ܐܟܠܬ ܒܣܝܡܘܬܝ ܥܡ ܕܒܫܝ ܐܫܬܝܬ ܚܡܪܝ ܥܡ ܚܠܒܝ ܐܟܘܠܘ ܚܒܪ̈ܝ̈ ܘܐܫܬܘ ܘܪܘܘ ܕܕ̈ܝ1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2 ܐܢܐ ܕܡܟܐ ܘܠܒܝ ܥܝܪ ܩܠܗ ܕܕܕܝ ܕܢܩܫ ܦܬܚܝ ܠܝ ܚܬܝ ܩܪܝܒܬܝ̈ ܝܘܢܝ ܬܡܝܡܬܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܪܝܫܝ ܐܬܡܠܝ ܛܠܐ ܘܩܘ̈ܨܬܝ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܣܝܣܝ ܠܠܝܐ2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3 ܫܠܚܬ ܟܘܬܝܢܝ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܠܒܫܝܗ̇ ܐܫܝܓܬ ܪ̈ܓܠܝ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܛܢܦ ܐܢܝ̈ܢ3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 ܕܕܝ ܐܘܫܛ ܐܝܕܗ ܡܢ ܢܩܒܐ ܘܡ̈ܥܝ ܓܥܘ ܥܠܘܗܝ4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5 ܩܡܬ ܐܢܐ ܕܐܦܬܚ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܐܝܕܝ ܢܛܦܬ ܡܘܪܐ ܘܨ̈ܒܥܬܝ ܡܘܪܐ ܢܛܦ ܥܠ ܝܕ ܣܘܟܪܐ5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6 ܦܬܚܬ ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܕܕܝ ܐܪܟܢ ܥܒܪ ܢܦܫܝ ܢܦܩܬ ܒܡܡܠܠܗ ܒܥܝܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܐܫܟܚܬܗ ܩܪܝܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܥܢܢܝ6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7 ܐܫܟܚܘܢܝ ܢܛܘܪ̈ܐ ܕܡܬܟܪ̈ܟܝܢ ܒܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܡܚܐܘܢܝ ܘܨܠܦܘܢܝ ܢܣܒܘ ܐܪܕܝܕܝ ܡܢܝ ܢܛܪ̈ܝ ܫܘܪܐ7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 ܐܘܡ̈ܝܬܟܝܢ ܒܢ̈ܬ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ ܐܢ ܬܫܟܚ̈ܢ ܠܕܕܝ ܐܫܬ̈ܥܝܢ ܠܗ ܕܟܪܝܗܬ ܪܚܡܬܐ ܐܢܐ8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
9 ܡܢܘ ܕܕܟܝ ܡܢ ܕ̈ܕܐ ܫܦܝܪܬ ܒܢܫ̈ܐ ܡܢܘ ܕܕܟܝ ܡܢ ܕ̈ܕܐ ܕܗܟܢܐ ܐܘܡܝܬܝܢ9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
10 ܕܕܝ ܚܘܪ ܘܣܘܡܩ ܘܓܒܐ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܒܘܬܐ10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11 ܪܝܫܗ ܐܝܟ ܟܐܦܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܩ̈ܘܨܬܗ ܡܦܫ̈ܛܢ ܐܘ̈ܟܡܢ ܐܝܟ ܥܘܪ̈ܒܐ11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12 ܥܝܢ̈ܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܕܝܘܢܐ ܥܠ ܫܒ̈ܩܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ ܕܣܚ̈ܝܢ ܒܚܠܒܐ ܘܝܬ̈ܒܢ ܥܠ ܫܠܡܘܬܐ12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 ܦܟ̈ܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܫ̈ܟܒܬܐ ܕܒܣ̈ܡܐ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܗ ܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ ܕܢ̈ܛܦܢ ܡܘܪܐ ܘܢܪܕܘܢ13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.
14 ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܪܟܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܕܡܠܐ ܟܐ̈ܦܝ ܕܗܒܐ ܟܪܣܗ ܥܒܕܐ ܕܫܢܐ ܥܠ ܡܦܚܐ ܕܣܦܝܠܐ14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15 ܫܩ̈ܘܗܝ ܥܡ̈ܘܕܐ ܕܫܝܫܐ ܕܡܬܩܢܝܢ ܥܠ ܚܘܡܪ̈ܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܚܕܝܗ ܐܝܟ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܘܓܒܐ ܐܝܟ ܐܪ̈ܙܐ15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
16 ܚܟܗ ܐܝܟ ܟܟܪ̈ܝܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܠܝܢ ܘܡܐ̈ܢܘܗܝ ܪ̈ܓܝܓܝܢ ܗܢܘ ܕܕܝ ܘܗܢܘ ܚܒܪܝ ܒܢ̈ܬ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
17 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?