| 1 ܬܘܒܝ̈ ܬܘܒܝ̈ ܫܝܠܘܡܝܬܐ ܬܘܒܝ ܬܘܒܝ ܘܢܚܘܪ ܒܟܝ ܡܢܐ ܬܚܙܘܢ ܒܫܝܠܘܡܝܬܐ ܕܢܚܬܐ ܐܝܟ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܐܝܟ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܕܡܫܪ̈ܝܬܐ | 1 How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. |
| 2 ܡܐ ܫܦܝܪ̈ܢ ܪ̈ܓܠܝܟܝ ܒܡܣ̈ܢܐ ܒܪܬ ܡܛܝܒܐ ܘܨܘܪܬ ܥܛܡ̈ܬܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܪ̈ܩܐ ܥܒ̇ܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܝ ܐܘܡܢܐ | 2 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. |
| 3 ܫ̇ܪܟܝ ܐܓܢܐ ܕܟܪܝܟܐ ܕܠܐ ܚܣܪ ܒܗ̇ ܡܙܓܐ ܟܪܣܟܝ ܥܪܡܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܛܐ ܕܣܝܓܐ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ | 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
| 4 ܬܪ̈ܝܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܬܪ̈ܝܢ ܥܘܙܝ̈ܠܐ ܬܐ̈ܡܐ ܕܛܒ̈ܝܐ ܕܪܥܝܢ ܒܫ̈ܘܫܢܐ | 4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus. |
| 5 ܨܘܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܓܕܠܐ ܕܫܢܐ ܥܝܢܝ̈ܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܝܡܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܚܫܒܘܢ ܥܠ ܬܪܥܐ ܕܒܪܬ ܣ̈ܓܝܐܐ ܢܚܝܪܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܓܕܠܐ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܕܚܐܪ ܠܐ̈ܦܝ ܕܪܡܣܘܩ | 5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. |
| 6 ܪܝܫܟܝ ܥܠܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܟܪܡܠܐ ܘܓܕܘ̈ܠܐ ܕܪܝܫܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܓܘܢܐ ܕܡܠܟܐ ܕܐܣܝܪ ܒܪ̈ܗܛܐ | 6 How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! |
| 7 ܡܐ ܫܦܝܪܬܝ ܘܡܐ ܒܣܝܡܬܝ ܪܚܝܡܬܐ̈ ܒܪܬ ܦܘܢܩ̈ܐ | 7 You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. |
| 8 ܘܗܕܐ ܩܘܡܬܟܝ ܕܡ̇ܝܐ ܠܕܩܠܐ ܘܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܠܣ̈ܓܘܠܐ | 8 I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, |
| 9 ܐܡܪܬ ܐܣܩ ܒܕܩܠܐ ܘܐܚܘܕ ܒܣ̈ܘܟܘܗܝ ܘܢܗܘܘܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܣ̈ܓܘܠܝ ܓܘ̈ܦܢܐ ܘܪܝܚ ܐ̈ܦܝܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܙܘܪ̈ܐ | 9 and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth. |
| 10 ܘܚܟܟܝ ܐܝܟ ܚܡܪܐ ܛܒܐ ܕܐܙܠ ܠܕܕܝ ܠܬܪܝܨܘܬܐ ܕܡܙܝܥ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܝ ܘܫ̈ܢܝ | 10 I am my beloveds, and his desire is for me. |
| 11 ܐܢܐ ܠܕܕܝ ܘܥܠܝ ܦܢܝܬܗ | 11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages; |
| 12 ܬܐ ܕܕܝ ܢܦܘܩ ܠܚܩܠܐ ܢܒܘܬ ܒܟܦܪܐ | 12 let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. |
| 13 ܘܢܩܕܡ ܠܟܪܡܐ ܢܚܙܐ ܐܢ ܦܪܥܬ ܓܦܬܐ ܘܢܦܩܘ ܣܡܕܪ̈ܐ ܘܒܠܨܘ ܪ̈ܘܡܢܐ ܬܡܢ ܐܬܠ ܠܟ ܬ̈ܕܝ | 13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved. |
| 14 ܝܒܪ̈ܘܚܐ ܝܗܒܘ ܪܝܚܐ ܘܥܠ ܬܪ̈ܥܝܢ ܟܠ ܐܒ̈ܒܢܝܢ ܚ̈ܕܬܝܢ ܘܥܬܝܩ̈ܝܢ ܕܕܝ ܢܛܪܬ ܠܟ | |
