Interlinear Bible - Song of Solomon 2

1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
~yiq'm]['h t;N;vw{v !w{r'V;h t,l,C;b]x yin]a
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
!yeB yit'y.[;r !eK ~yixw{x;h !yeB h'N;vw{v.K ? tw{n'B;h
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
~yin'B;h !yeB yidw{D !eK r;[;Y;h yec][;B ;x.WP;t.K ? yiKix.l qw{t'm w{ yiT.b;v'y.w yiT.d;Mix w{Lic.B
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
h'b]h;a y;l'[ w{l.gid.w !Iy'Y;h tyeB -l,a yin;ayib/h
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
t;lw{x -yiK ~yix.WP;T;B yin.Wd.P;r tw{vyiv]a'B yin.Wk.M;s ? yin'a h'b]h;a
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
yineq.B;x.T w{nyimyiw yiva{r.l t;x;T w{la{m.f
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
tw{a'b.ciB ~i;l'v.Wr.y tw{n.B ~,k.t,a yiT.[;B.vih ?{[.T -mia.w .Wryi['T -mia h,d'F;h tw{l.y;a.B w{a ? #'P.x,T,v d;[ h'b]h;a'h -t,a
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
~yir'h,h -l;[ geL;d.m a'B h,z -heNih yidw{D<01730!> lw{q ? tw{['b.G;h -l;[ #eP;q.m
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
h,z -heNih ~yil'Y;a'h r,p{[.l w{a yib.cil yidw{d h,mw{D ? tw{n{L]x;h -nim ;xyiG.v;m .Wnel.t'K r;x;a demw{[ ? ~yiK;r]x;h -nim #yicem
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
yit'y.[;r .$'l yim.Wq yil r;m'a.w yidw{d h'n'[ ? .$'l -yik.l.W yit'p'y
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
w{l .$;l'h @;l'x ~,v,G;h r'b'[ w{t.S;h heNih -yiK
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
;[yiGih ryim'Z;h te[ #,r'a'b .Wa.rin ~yin'CiN;h ? .Wnec.r;a.B [; rw{T;h lw{q.w
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
.Wn.t'n r;d'm.s ~yin'p.G;h.w 'hy,G;p h'j.n'x h'nea.T;h ? .$'l -yik.l.W yit'p'y yit'y.[;r yik.l yim.Wq ;xyer
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
yinyia.r;h h'ger.d;M;h r,tes.B [;l,S;h yew.g;x.B yit'nw{y ? .$elw{q -yiK .$elw{q -t,a yinyi[yim.v;h .$Iy;a.r;m -t,a ? h,wa'n .$yea.r;m.W ber'[
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
~yil.B;x.m ~yiN;j.q ~yil'[.Wv ~yil'[.Wv .Wn'l -.Wz/x,a ? r;d'm.s .Wnyem'r.k.W ~yim'r.K
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
~yiN;vw{V;B h,[{r'h w{l yin]a;w yil yidw{D
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
'$.l -hem.D b{s ~yil'l.C;h .Ws'n.w ~w{Y;h ;x.Wp'Y,v d;[ ? yer'h -l;[ ~yil'Y;a'h r,p{[.l w{a yib.cil yidw{d ? r,t'b
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