Song of Solomon 4

Behold, thou art faire, my loue, behold thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes within thy lockes: thy haire is as a flocke of goats, that appeare from mount Gilead.

GenevaBehold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.

הִנָּ֨/ךְ יָפָ֤ה רַעְיָתִ/י֙ הִנָּ֣/ךְ יָפָ֔ה עֵינַ֣יִ/ךְ יוֹנִ֔ים מִ/בַּ֖עַד לְ/צַמָּתֵ֑/ךְ שַׂעְרֵ/ךְ֙ כְּ/עֵ֣דֶר הָֽ/עִזִּ֔ים שֶׁ/גָּלְשׁ֖וּ מֵ/הַ֥ר גִּלְעָֽד

Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe that are euen shorne, which came vp from the washing: whereof euery one beare twinnes, and none is barren among them.

GenevaThy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.

שִׁנַּ֨יִ/ךְ֙ כְּ/עֵ֣דֶר הַ/קְּצוּב֔וֹת שֶׁ/עָל֖וּ מִן הָ/רַחְצָ֑ה שֶׁ/כֻּלָּ/ם֙ מַתְאִימ֔וֹת וְ/שַׁכֻּלָ֖ה אֵ֥ין בָּ/הֶֽם

Thy lips are like a threed of scarlet, and thy speach is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy lockes.

GenevaThy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.

כְּ/ח֤וּט הַ/שָּׁנִי֙ שִׂפְתֹתַ֔יִ/ךְ וּ/מִדְבָּרֵ֖י/ךְ נָאוֶ֑ה כְּ/פֶ֤לַח הָֽ/רִמּוֹן֙ רַקָּתֵ֔/ךְ מִ/בַּ֖עַד לְ/צַמָּתֵֽ/ךְ

Thy necke is like the tower of Dauid builded for an armorie, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mightie men.

GenevaThy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.

כְּ/מִגְדַּ֤ל דָּוִיד֙ צַוָּארֵ֔/ךְ בָּנ֖וּי לְ/תַלְפִּיּ֑וֹת אֶ֤לֶף הַ/מָּגֵן֙ תָּל֣וּי עָלָ֔י/ו כֹּ֖ל שִׁלְטֵ֥י הַ/גִּבּוֹרִֽים

Thy two breasts, are like two yong Roes, that are twinnes, which feed among the lillies.

GenevaThy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.

שְׁנֵ֥י שָׁדַ֛יִ/ךְ כִּ/שְׁנֵ֥י עֳפָרִ֖ים תְּאוֹמֵ֣י צְבִיָּ֑ה הָ/רוֹעִ֖ים בַּ/שּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים

Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away, I will get mee to the mountaines of myrrhe, and to the hill of frankincense.

GenevaVntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.

עַ֤ד שֶׁ/יָּפ֨וּחַ֙ הַ/יּ֔וֹם וְ/נָ֖סוּ הַ/צְּלָלִ֑ים אֵ֤לֶךְ לִ/י֙ אֶל הַ֣ר הַ/מּ֔וֹר וְ/אֶל גִּבְעַ֖ת הַ/לְּבוֹנָֽה

Thou art all faire, my loue, there is no spot in thee.

GenevaThou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.

כֻּלָּ֤/ךְ יָפָה֙ רַעְיָתִ֔/י וּ/מ֖וּם אֵ֥ין בָּֽ/ךְ

¶ Come with me from Lebanon (my spouse,) with me from Lebanon: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the Lions dennes, from the mountaines of the Leopards.

GenevaCome with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.

אִתִּ֤/י מִ/לְּבָנוֹן֙ כַּלָּ֔ה אִתִּ֖/י מִ/לְּבָנ֣וֹן תָּב֑וֹאִי תָּשׁ֣וּרִי מֵ/רֹ֣אשׁ אֲמָנָ֗ה מֵ/רֹ֤אשׁ שְׂנִיר֙ וְ/חֶרְמ֔וֹן מִ/מְּעֹנ֣וֹת אֲרָי֔וֹת מֵֽ/הַרְרֵ֖י נְמֵרִֽים

Thou hast rauished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast rauished my heart, with one of thine eyes, with one chaine of thy necke.

GenevaMy sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.

לִבַּבְתִּ֖/נִי אֲחֹתִ֣/י כַלָּ֑ה לִבַּבְתִּ֨י/נִי֙ ב/אחד מֵ/עֵינַ֔יִ/ךְ בְּ/אַחַ֥ד עֲנָ֖ק מִ/צַּוְּרֹנָֽיִ/ךְ

How faire is thy loue, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy loue then wine! and the smell of thine oyntments then all spices!

GenevaMy sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?

מַה יָּפ֥וּ דֹדַ֖יִ/ךְ אֲחֹתִ֣/י כַלָּ֑ה מַה טֹּ֤בוּ דֹדַ֨יִ/ךְ֙ מִ/יַּ֔יִן וְ/רֵ֥יחַ שְׁמָנַ֖יִ/ךְ מִ/כָּל בְּשָׂמִֽים

Thy lips, O my spouse! drop as the hony combe: hony and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

GenevaThy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.

נֹ֛פֶת תִּטֹּ֥פְנָה שִׂפְתוֹתַ֖יִ/ךְ כַּלָּ֑ה דְּבַ֤שׁ וְ/חָלָב֙ תַּ֣חַת לְשׁוֹנֵ֔/ךְ וְ/רֵ֥יחַ שַׂלְמֹתַ֖יִ/ךְ כְּ/רֵ֥יחַ לְבָנֽוֹן

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse: a spring shut vp, a fountaine sealed.

GenevaMy sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.

גַּ֥ן נָע֖וּל אֲחֹתִ֣/י כַלָּ֑ה גַּ֥ל נָע֖וּל מַעְיָ֥ן חָתֽוּם

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, Camphire, with Spikenaed,

GenevaThy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,

שְׁלָחַ֨יִ/ךְ֙ פַּרְדֵּ֣ס רִמּוֹנִ֔ים עִ֖ם פְּרִ֣י מְגָדִ֑ים כְּפָרִ֖ים עִם נְרָדִֽים

Spikenard and Saffron, Calamus and Cynamom, with all trees of Frankincense, Mirrhe and Aloes, with all the chiefe spices.

GenevaEuen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.

נֵ֣רְדְּ וְ/כַרְכֹּ֗ם קָנֶה֙ וְ/קִנָּמ֔וֹן עִ֖ם כָּל עֲצֵ֣י לְבוֹנָ֑ה מֹ֚ר וַ/אֲהָל֔וֹת עִ֖ם כָּל רָאשֵׁ֥י בְשָׂמִֽים

A fountaine of gardens, a well of liuing waters, and streames from Lebanon.

GenevaO fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.

מַעְיַ֣ן גַּנִּ֔ים בְּאֵ֖ר מַ֣יִם חַיִּ֑ים וְ/נֹזְלִ֖ים מִן לְבָנֽוֹן

¶ Awake, O Northwinde, and come thou South, blow vpon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out: let my beloued come into his garden, and eate his pleasant fruits.

GenevaArise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.

ע֤וּרִי צָפוֹן֙ וּ/ב֣וֹאִי תֵימָ֔ן הָפִ֥יחִי גַנִּ֖/י יִזְּל֣וּ בְשָׂמָ֑י/ו יָבֹ֤א דוֹדִ/י֙ לְ/גַנּ֔/וֹ וְ/יֹאכַ֖ל פְּרִ֥י מְגָדָֽי/ו