Song of Solomon 5:2 Hebrew Word Analysis
0 | | אֲנִ֥י | h589 |
1 | I sleep | יְשֵׁנָ֖ה | h3463 |
2 | but my heart | וְלִבִּ֣י | h3820 |
3 | waketh | עֵ֑ר | h5782 |
4 | it is the voice | ק֣וֹל׀ | h6963 |
5 | of my beloved | דּוֹדִ֣י | h1730 |
6 | that knocketh | דוֹפֵ֗ק | h1849 |
7 | saying Open | פִּתְחִי | h6605 |
8 | | לִ֞י | h0 |
9 | to me my sister | אֲחֹתִ֤י | h269 |
10 | my love | רַעְיָתִי֙ | h7474 |
11 | my dove | יוֹנָתִ֣י | h3123 |
12 | my undefiled | תַמָּתִ֔י | h8535 |
13 | for my head | שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי֙ | h7218 |
14 | is filled | נִמְלָא | h4390 |
15 | with dew | טָ֔ל | h2919 |
16 | and my locks | קְוֻּצּוֹתַ֖י | h6977 |
17 | with the drops | רְסִ֥יסֵי | h7447 |
18 | of the night | לָֽיְלָה׃ | h3915 |
Other Translations
King James Version (KJV)
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.
American Standard Version (ASV)
I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.
Bible in Basic English (BBE)
I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
Darby English Bible (DBY)
I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
World English Bible (WEB)
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My hair with the dampness of the night.
Young's Literal Translation (YLT)
I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'