Rut (Rut) 4

1 Meanwhile, Bo‘az had gone up to the gate and had sat down there, when the redeemer of whom Bo‘az had spoken passed by. “Such-and-such,” he said, “come over, and sit down”; so he came over and sat down.

2 He took ten of the city’s leaders and said, “Sit down here”; and they sat down.

3 Then he said to the redeeming kinsman, “The parcel of land which used to belong to our relative Elimelekh is being offered for sale by Na‘omi, who has returned from the plain of Mo’av.

4 I thought I should tell you about it and say, ‘Buy it in the presence of the people sitting here and in the presence of the leaders of my people. If you want to redeem it, redeem it. But if it is not to be redeemed, then tell me, so that I can know, because there is no one else in line to redeem it, and I’m after you.” He said, “I want to redeem it.”

5 Then Bo‘az said, “The same day you buy the field from Na‘omi, you must also buy Rut the woman from Mo’av, the wife of the deceased [son], in order to raise up in the name of the deceased an heir for his property.”

6 The redeemer said, “Then I can’t redeem it for myself, because I might put my own inheritance at risk. You, take my right of redemption on yourself; because I can’t redeem it.”

7 In the past, this is what was done in Isra’el to validate all transactions involving redemption and exchange: a man took off his shoe and gave it to the other party; this was the form of attestation in Isra’el.

8 So the redeemer said to Bo‘az, “Buy it for yourself,” and took off his shoe.

9 Bo‘az addressed the leaders and all the people: “You are witnesses today that I am purchasing from Na‘omi all that belonged to Elimelekh and all that belonged to Kilyon and Machlon.

10 Also I am acquiring as my wife Rut the woman from Mo’av, the wife of Machlon, in order to raise up in the name of the deceased an heir for his property; so that the name of the deceased will not be cut off from his kinsmen and from the gate of his place. You are witnesses today.”

11 All the people at the gate and the leaders said, “We are witnesses. MayAdonaimake the woman who has come into your house like Rachel and like Le’ah, who between them built up the house of Isra’el. Do worthy deeds in Efrat; become renowned in Beit-Lechem.

12 May your house, because of the seedAdonaiwill give you from this young woman, become like the house of Peretz, whom Tamar bore to Y’hudah.”

13 So Bo‘az took Rut, and she became his wife. He had sexual relations with her,Adonaienabled her to conceive, and she gave birth to a son.

14 Then the women said to Na‘omi, “Blessed beAdonai, who today has provided you a redeemer! May his name be renowned in Isra’el.

15 May he restore your life and provide for your old age; for your daughter-in-law, who loves you and is better to you than seven sons, has given birth to him.”

16 Na‘omi took the child, laid it on her breast and became its nurse.

17 The women who were her neighbors gave it a name; they said, “A son has been born to Na‘omi,” and called it ‘Oved. He was the father of Yishai the father of David.

18 Here is the genealogy of Peretz. Peretz was the father of Hetzron,

19 Hetzron was the father of Ram, Ram was the father of ‘Amminadav,

20 ‘Amminadav was the father of Nachshon, Nachshon was the father of Salmon,

21 Salmon was the father of Bo‘az, Bo‘az was the father of ‘Oved,

22 ‘Oved was the father of Yishai, and Yishai was the father of David.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 1

1 The Ultimate Song, by Shlomo:

2 Let him smother me with kisses from his mouth,

for your love is better than wine.

3 Your anointing oils have a wonderful fragrance;

your name is like anointing oil poured out.

This is why young women love you —

4 “Take me with you. We will run after you.”

The king has brought me into his rooms.

We will be glad and rejoice for you.

We will praise your love more than wine.

How right it is for them to love you!

5 I am dark tan but beautiful,

you daughters of Yerushalayim,

like the tents of Kedar,

like the curtains of Shlomo.

6 Don’t stare at me because I’m dark;

it’s the sun that tanned me.

My mother’s sons were angry with me

and made me look after the vineyards.

But I haven’t cared for my own vineyard.

7 Tell me, my love, where you pasture your flock,

where you have them rest at noon;

for why should I veil myself [like a whore]

beside the flocks of your friends?

8 If you do not know,

you most beautiful of women,

then follow the footprints of the flock

and let your kids graze by the shepherds’ tents.

9 My love, I compare you with my mare,

pulling one of Pharaoh’s chariots —

10 your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,

your neck with its strings of beads;

11 we will make you ornaments

of gold, studded with silver.

12 As the king reclines at table,

my nard gives forth its perfume:

13 to me the man I love is a sachet of myrrh

lodged between my breasts;

14 to me the man I love is a spray of henna flowers

in the vineyards of ‘Ein-Gedi.

15 Look at you, my love! How beautiful you are!

Your eyes are doves —

16 — Look at you!

So handsome, so pleasing, my darling!

Our bed is the greenery;

17 cedars are the beams of our houses,

cypresses the rafters.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 2

1 I am but a rose from the Sharon,

just a lily in the valleys.

2 Like a lily among thorns

is my darling among the other women.

3 Like an apple tree among the other trees in the forest

is my darling among the other men.

I love to sit in his shadow;

his fruit is sweet to my taste.

4 He brings me to the banquet hall;

his banner over me is love.

5 Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples,

for I am sick with love.

6 [I wish] his left arm [were] under my head,

and his right arm around me.

7 I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim,

by the gazelles and deer in the wilds,

not to awaken or stir up love

until it wants to arise!

8 The voice of the man I love! Here he comes,

bounding over the mountains, skipping over the hills!

9 My darling is like a gazelle or young stag.

There he is, standing outside our wall,

looking in through the windows,

peering in through the lattice.

10 My darling speaks; he is saying to me,

“Get up, my love! My beauty! Come away!

11 For you see that the winter has passed,

the rain is finished and gone,

12 the flowers are appearing in the countryside,

the time has come for [the birds] to sing,

and the cooing of doves can be heard in the land.

13 The fig trees are forming their unripe figs,

and the grapevines in bloom give out their perfume.

Get up, my love, my beauty!

Come away!”

14 My dove, hiding in holes in the rock,

in the secret recesses of the cliff,

let me see your face and hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

15 “Catch the foxes for us,

yes, the little foxes!

They are ruining the vineyards

when our vineyards are in bloom!”

16 My darling is mine, and I am his,

as he pastures his flock among the lilies.

17 Before the daytime breeze rises

and the shadows flee,

return, my love, like a stag or gazelle

on the hills of Beter.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 3

1 Night after night on my bed

I looked for the man I love.

I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.

2 “I will get up now and roam the city,

through the streets and the open places,

I will look for the man I love.”

I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.

3 The guards roaming the city found me.

“Have you seen the man I love?”

4 Scarcely had I left them,

when I found the man I love.

I took hold of him

and would not let him go

until I had brought him to my mother’s house,

to the bedroom of the woman who conceived me.

5 I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim,

by the gazelles and deer in the wilds,

not to awaken or stir up love

until it wants to arise!

6 Who is this, coming up from the desert

like a column of smoke,

perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,

chosen from the merchant’s crushed spices?

7 It is Shlomo’s litter,

escorted by sixty valiant men

chosen from Isra’el’s finest;

8 all of them wield the sword

and are expert fighters;

each one has his sword ready at his side

to combat the terrors of night.

9 King Shlomo made himself a royal litter

of wood from the L’vanon.

10 He made its columns of silver,

its roof of gold, its seat of purple cloth;

its inside was lovingly inlaid

by the daughters of Yerushalayim.

11 Daughters of Tziyon, come out,

and gaze upon King Shlomo,

wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him

on his wedding day, his day of joy!

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 4

1 How beautiful you are, my love!

How beautiful you are!

Your eyes are doves behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gil‘ad.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep

that have just come up from being washed;

each of them is matched,

and none of them is missing.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks are like a pomegranate

split open behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

built magnificently,

on which hang a thousand bucklers,

each one a brave warrior’s shield.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle grazing among lilies.

6 When the day’s cool breeze comes up

and the shadows lengthen,

I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh

to the hill of frankincense.

7 Everything about you is beautiful, my love;

you are without a flaw.

8 Come with me from the L’vanon, my bride,

come with me from the L’vanon.

Come down from the heights of Amanah,

from the heights of S’nir and Hermon,

down from the lions’ lairs

and the leopard-haunted hills.

9 My sister, my bride,

you have carried my heart away!

With just one glance, with one bead of your necklace

you have carried my heart away.

10 My sister, my bride,

how sweet is your love!

How much better your love than wine,

more fragrant your perfumes than any spice!

11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey;

honey and milk are under your tongue;

and the scent of your garments is like

the scent of the L’vanon.

12 My sister, my bride, is a garden locked up,

a pool covered over, a spring sealed shut.

13 You are an orchard that puts forth pomegranates

and other precious fruits, henna and nard —

14 nard, saffron and aromatic cane,

cinnamon and all kinds of frankincense trees,

myrrh, aloes, all the best spices.

15 You are a garden fountain,

a spring of running water,

flowing down from the L’vanon.

16 Awake, north wind! Come, south wind!

Blow on my garden to spread its fragrance.

Let my darling enter his garden

and eat its finest fruit.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 5

1 My sister, my bride, I have entered my garden;

I am gathering my myrrh and my spices;

I am eating my honeycomb along with my honey;

I am drinking my wine as well as my milk.

Eat, friends, and drink,

until you are drunk with love!

2 I am asleep, but my heart is awake.

Listen! I hear my darling knocking!

Open for me, my sister, my love,

my dove, my flawless one!

For my head is wet with dew,

my hair with the moisture of the night.

3 I’ve removed my coat; must I put it back on?

I’ve washed my feet; must I dirty them again?

4 The man I love put his hand through the hole by the door-latch,

and my heart began pounding at the thought of him.

5 I got up to open for the man I love.

My hands were dripping with myrrh —

pure myrrh ran off my fingers

onto the handle of the bolt.

6 I opened for my darling,

but my darling had turned and gone.

My heart had failed me when he spoke —

I sought him, but I couldn’t find him;

I called him, but he didn’t answer.

7 The watchmen roaming the city found me;

they beat me, they wounded me;

they took away my cloak,

those guardians of the walls!

8 I charge you, daughters of Yerushalayim,

that if you find the man I love,

what are you to tell him?

That I am sick with love.

9 How does the man you love differ from any other,

you most beautiful of women?

How does the man you love differ from any other,

that you should give us this charge?

10 The man I love is radiant and ruddy;

he stands out among ten thousand.

11 His head is like the finest gold;

his locks are wavy and black as a raven.

12 His eyes are like doves by running streams,

bathed in milk and set just right.

13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,

like banks of fragrant herbs.

His lips are like lilies

dripping with sweet myrrh.

14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl,

his body polished ivory adorned with sapphires.

15 His legs are like pillars of marble

set on bases of pure gold.

His appearance is like the L’vanon,

as imposing as the cedars.

16 His words are sweetness itself;

he is altogether desirable.

This is my darling, and this is my friend,

daughters of Yerushalayim.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 6

1 Where has your darling gone,

you most beautiful of women?

Which way did your darling turn,

so that we can help you find him?

2 My darling went down to his garden,

to the beds of spices,

to pasture his flock in the gardens

and to gather lilies.

3 I belong to the man I love, and he belongs to me;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

4 You are as beautiful as Tirtzah, my love,

as lovely as Yerushalayim,

but formidable as an army

marching under banners.

5 Turn your eyes away from me,

because they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Gil‘ad.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

that have just come up from being washed;

each of them is matched,

and none of them is missing.

7 Your cheeks are like a pomegranate

split open behind your veil.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,

as well as young women beyond number;

9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,

her mother’s only child,

the darling of the one who bore her.

The daughters see her and call her happy;

the queens and concubines praise her.

10 “Who is this, shining forth like the dawn,

fair as the moon, bright as the sun” —

but formidable as an army

marching under banners?

11 I had gone down to the nut orchard

to see the fresh green plants in the valley,

to see if the vine had budded,

or if the pomegranate trees were in bloom.

12 Before I knew it, I found myself

in a chariot, and with me was a prince.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 7

1 Come back, come back, girl from Shulam!

Come back, come back to where we can see you!

Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam

as if she were dancing for two army camps?

2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

you daughter of princes!

The curves of your thighs are like a necklace

made by a skilled craftsman.

3 Your navel is like a round goblet

that never lacks spiced wine.

Your belly is a heap of wheat

encircled by lilies.

4 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

5 Your neck is like a tower of ivory,

your eyes like the pools in Heshbon

by the gate of Bat-Rabbim,

your nose like a tower in the L’vanon

overlooking Dammesek.

6 You hold your head like the Karmel,

and the hair on your head is like purple cloth —

the king is held captive in its tresses.

7 How beautiful you are, my love,

how charming, how delightful!

8 Your appearance is stately as a palm tree,

with its fruit clusters your breasts.

9 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree,

I will take hold of its branches.”

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,

your breath as fragrant as apples,

10 and your mouth like the finest wine.

May the wine go straight to the man I love

and gently move the lips of those who are asleep.

11 I belong to my darling,

and his desire is for me.

12 Come, my darling, let’s go out to the country

and spend the nights in the villages.

13 We’ll get up early and go to the vineyards

to see if the vines have budded,

to see if their flowers have opened,

or if the pomegranate trees are in bloom.

There I will give you my love.

14 The mandrakes are sending out their fragrance,

all kinds of choice fruits are at our doors,

fruits both new and old, my darling,

which I have kept in store for you.

Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 8

1 I wish you were my brother,

who nursed at my mother’s breast;

then, if I met you outdoors, I could kiss you,

and no one would look down on me.

2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house,

and she would instruct me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

fresh juice from my pomegranates.

3 His left arm would be under my head

and his right arm around me.

4 I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim,

not to awaken or stir up love

until it wants to arise!

5 Who is this, coming up from the desert,

leaning on her darling?

I awakened you under the apple tree.

It was there that your mother conceived you;

there she who bore you conceived you.

6 Set me like a seal on your heart,

like a seal on your arm;

for love is as strong as death,

passion as cruel as Sh’ol;

its flashes are flashes of fire,

[as fierce as the] flame ofYah.

7 No amount of water can quench love,

torrents cannot drown it.

If someone gave all the wealth in his house for love,

he would gain only utter contempt.

8 We have a little sister;

her breasts are still unformed.

What are we to do with our sister

when she is asked for in marriage?

9 If she is a wall,

we will build on her a palace of silver;

and if she is a door,

we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers;

so in his view I am like one who brings peace.

11 Shlomo had a vineyard at Ba‘al-Hamon,

and he gave the vineyard to caretakers;

each of them would pay for its fruit

a thousand pieces of silver.

12 My vineyard is mine; I tend it, myself.

You can have the thousand, Shlomo,

and the fruit-caretakers, two hundred!

13 You who live in the garden,

friends are listening for your voice.

Let me hear it! —

14 — Flee, my darling!

Be like a gazelle or young stag

on the mountains of spices!

Iyov (Job) 1

1 There was a man in the land of ‘Utz whose name was Iyov. This man was blameless and upright; he feared God and shunned evil.

2 Seven sons and three daughters were born to him.

3 He owned 7,000 sheep, 3,000 camels, 500 pairs of oxen and 500 female donkeys, as well as a great number of servants; so that he was the wealthiest man in the east.

4 It was the custom of his sons to give banquets, each on his set day in his own house; and they would invite their three sisters to eat and drink with them.

5 After a cycle of banquets, Iyov would send for them to come and be consecrated; then he would get up early in the morning and offer burnt offerings for each of them, because Iyov said, “My sons might have sinned and blasphemed God in their thoughts.” This is what Iyov did every time.

6 It happened one day that the sons of God came to serveAdonai, and among them came the Adversary .

7 Adonaiasked the Adversary, “Where are you coming from?” The Adversary answeredAdonai, “From roaming through the earth, wandering here and there.”

8 Adonaiasked the Adversary, “Did you notice my servant Iyov, that there’s no one like him on earth, a blameless and upright man who fears God and shuns evil?”

9 The Adversary answeredAdonai, “Is it for nothing that Iyov fears God?

10 You’ve put a protective hedge around him, his house and everything he has. You’ve prospered his work, and his livestock are spread out all over the land.

11 But if you reach out your hand and touch whatever he has, without doubt he’ll curse you to your face!”

12 Adonaisaid to the Adversary, “Here! Everything he has is in your hands, except that you are not to lay a finger on his person.” Then the Adversary went out from the presence ofAdonai.

13 One day when Iyov’s sons and daughters were eating and drinking in their oldest brother’s house,

14 a messenger came to him and said, “The oxen were plowing, with the donkeys grazing near them,

15 when a raiding party from Sh’va came and carried them off; they put the servants to the sword too, and I’m the only one who escaped to tell you.”

16 While he was still speaking, another one came and said, “Fire from God fell from the sky and burned up the sheep and the servants; it completely destroyed them, and I’m the only one who escaped to tell you.”

17 While he was still speaking, another one came and said, “The Kasdim, three bands of them, fell on the camels and carried them off; they put the servants to the sword too, and I’m the only one who escaped to tell you.”

18 While he was still speaking, another one came and said, “Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother’s house,

19 when suddenly a strong wind blew in from over the desert. It struck the four corners of the house, so that it fell on the young people; they are dead, and I’m the only one who escaped to tell you.”

20 Iyov got up, tore his coat, shaved his head, fell down on the ground and worshipped;

21 he said,

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,

and naked I will return there.

Adonaigave;Adonaitook;

blessed be the name ofAdonai.”

22 In all this Iyov neither committed a sin nor put blame on God.