אֲנִ֥י יְשֵׁנָ֖ה וְלִבִּ֣י עֵ֑ר ק֣וֹל ׀ דּוֹדִ֣י דוֹפֵ֗ק פִּתְחִי־לִ֞י אֲחֹתִ֤י רַעְיָתִי֙ יוֹנָתִ֣י תַמָּתִ֔י שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי֙ נִמְלָא־טָ֔ל קְוֻּצּוֹתַ֖י רְסִ֥יסֵי לָֽיְלָה׃
Ja śpię, ale serce moje czuwa. Głos oblubieńca mego, który kołace! Otwórz mi, siostro moja, gołąbko moja, czysta moja! albowiem głowa moja pełna rosy, sploty moje kropli nocnych.
Song of Songs
Behold, you are fair, My love [viz. Numbers 14:20]; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves. Behind your (strings of) beads, your hair [sparkles] like a flock of goats sliding down Mount Gilead.
Song of Songs
Your teeth are like a choice flock [(of ewe lambs, selected for their wool)], rising from the washing, all perfect, no blemish among them.
Song of Songs
As a thread of scarlet are your lips, and your speech is comely. Like a pomegranate-half is your cheek-top behind your beads.