Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends. Drink, yea. Drink abundantly, O beloved.
Veni in hortum meum soror mea sponsa, messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis: comedi favum cum melle meo, bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo: comedite amici, et bibite, et inebriamini charissimi.
2 I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, 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.
Ego dormio, et cor meum vigilat: vox dilecti mei pulsantis: Aperi mihi soror mea, amica mea, columba mea, immaculata mea: quia caput meum plenum est rore, et cincinni mei guttis noctium.
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Expoliavi me tunica mea, quomodo induar illa? lavi pedes meos, quomodo inquinabo illos?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus intremuit ad tactum eius.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands drops with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
Surrexi, ut aperirem dilecto meo: manus meae stillaverunt myrrham, et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima.
6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Pessulum ostii mei aperui dilecto meo: at ille declinaverat, atque transierat. Anima mea liquefacta est, ut locutus est: quaesivi, et non inveni illum: vocavi, et non respondit mihi.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They smote me, they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
Invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem: percusserunt me, et vulneraverunt me: tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him that I am sick from love.
Adiuro vos filiae Ierusalem, si inveneritis dilectum meum, ut nuncietis ei quia amore langueo.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou do so adjure us?
Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, o pulcherrima mulierum? qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, quia sic adiurasti nos?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus, electus ex millibus.
11 His head is the most fine gold. His locks are bushy, black as a raven.
Caput eius aurum optimum: Comae eius sicut elatae palmarum, nigrae quasi corvus.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, washed with milk, fitly set.
Oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum, quae lacte sunt lotae, et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs. His lips are lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Genae illius sicut areolae aromatum consitae a pigmentariis. Labia eius lilia distillantia myrrham primam.
14 His hands are rings of gold set with beryl. His body is ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Manus illius tornatiles aureae, plenae hyacinthis. Venter eius eburneus, distinctus sapphiris.
15 His legs are pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Crura illius columnae marmoreae, quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas. Species eius ut Libani, electus ut cedri.
16 His mouth is most sweet. Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Guttur illius suavissimum, et totus desiderabilis: talis est dilectus meus, et ipse est amicus meus, filiae Ierusalem.
