| 1 ܐܬܝܬ ܠܓܢܬܝ ܚܬܝ ܟܠܬܐ ܐܬܝܬ ܠܓܢܬܝ ܩܛܦܬ ܡܘܪܝ ܥܡ ܒܣ̈ܡܢܝ ܐܟܠܬ ܒܣܝܡܘܬܝ ܥܡ ܕܒܫܝ ܐܫܬܝܬ ܚܡܪܝ ܥܡ ܚܠܒܝ ܐܟܘܠܘ ܚܒܪ̈ܝ̈ ܘܐܫܬܘ ܘܪܘܘ ܕܕ̈ܝ | 1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. |
| 2 ܐܢܐ ܕܡܟܐ ܘܠܒܝ ܥܝܪ ܩܠܗ ܕܕܕܝ ܕܢܩܫ ܦܬܚܝ ܠܝ ܚܬܝ ܩܪܝܒܬܝ̈ ܝܘܢܝ ܬܡܝܡܬܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܪܝܫܝ ܐܬܡܠܝ ܛܠܐ ܘܩܘ̈ܨܬܝ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܣܝܣܝ ܠܠܝܐ | 2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
| 3 ܫܠܚܬ ܟܘܬܝܢܝ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܠܒܫܝܗ̇ ܐܫܝܓܬ ܪ̈ܓܠܝ ܐܝܟܢܐ ܐܛܢܦ ܐܢܝ̈ܢ | 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? |
| 4 ܕܕܝ ܐܘܫܛ ܐܝܕܗ ܡܢ ܢܩܒܐ ܘܡ̈ܥܝ ܓܥܘ ܥܠܘܗܝ | 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. |
| 5 ܩܡܬ ܐܢܐ ܕܐܦܬܚ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܐܝܕܝ ܢܛܦܬ ܡܘܪܐ ܘܨ̈ܒܥܬܝ ܡܘܪܐ ܢܛܦ ܥܠ ܝܕ ܣܘܟܪܐ | 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. |
| 6 ܦܬܚܬ ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܕܕܝ ܐܪܟܢ ܥܒܪ ܢܦܫܝ ܢܦܩܬ ܒܡܡܠܠܗ ܒܥܝܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܐܫܟܚܬܗ ܩܪܝܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܥܢܢܝ | 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. |
| 7 ܐܫܟܚܘܢܝ ܢܛܘܪ̈ܐ ܕܡܬܟܪ̈ܟܝܢ ܒܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܡܚܐܘܢܝ ܘܨܠܦܘܢܝ ܢܣܒܘ ܐܪܕܝܕܝ ܡܢܝ ܢܛܪ̈ܝ ܫܘܪܐ | 7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
| 8 ܐܘܡ̈ܝܬܟܝܢ ܒܢ̈ܬ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ ܐܢ ܬܫܟܚ̈ܢ ܠܕܕܝ ܐܫܬ̈ܥܝܢ ܠܗ ܕܟܪܝܗܬ ܪܚܡܬܐ ܐܢܐ | 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. |
| 9 ܡܢܘ ܕܕܟܝ ܡܢ ܕ̈ܕܐ ܫܦܝܪܬ ܒܢܫ̈ܐ ܡܢܘ ܕܕܟܝ ܡܢ ܕ̈ܕܐ ܕܗܟܢܐ ܐܘܡܝܬܝܢ | 9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? |
| 10 ܕܕܝ ܚܘܪ ܘܣܘܡܩ ܘܓܒܐ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܒܘܬܐ | 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. |
| 11 ܪܝܫܗ ܐܝܟ ܟܐܦܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܩ̈ܘܨܬܗ ܡܦܫ̈ܛܢ ܐܘ̈ܟܡܢ ܐܝܟ ܥܘܪ̈ܒܐ | 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. |
| 12 ܥܝܢ̈ܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܕܝܘܢܐ ܥܠ ܫܒ̈ܩܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ ܕܣܚ̈ܝܢ ܒܚܠܒܐ ܘܝܬ̈ܒܢ ܥܠ ܫܠܡܘܬܐ | 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
| 13 ܦܟ̈ܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܫ̈ܟܒܬܐ ܕܒܣ̈ܡܐ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܗ ܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ ܕܢ̈ܛܦܢ ܡܘܪܐ ܘܢܪܕܘܢ | 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. |
| 14 ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܪܟܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܕܡܠܐ ܟܐ̈ܦܝ ܕܗܒܐ ܟܪܣܗ ܥܒܕܐ ܕܫܢܐ ܥܠ ܡܦܚܐ ܕܣܦܝܠܐ | 14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. |
| 15 ܫܩ̈ܘܗܝ ܥܡ̈ܘܕܐ ܕܫܝܫܐ ܕܡܬܩܢܝܢ ܥܠ ܚܘܡܪ̈ܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܚܕܝܗ ܐܝܟ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܘܓܒܐ ܐܝܟ ܐܪ̈ܙܐ | 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 16 ܚܟܗ ܐܝܟ ܟܟܪ̈ܝܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܠܝܢ ܘܡܐ̈ܢܘܗܝ ܪ̈ܓܝܓܝܢ ܗܢܘ ܕܕܝ ܘܗܢܘ ܚܒܪܝ ܒܢ̈ܬ ܐܘܪܫܠܡ | 16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
