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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
I have come to garden my O sister my bride I have gathered myrrh my with spice my I have eaten honeycomb my with honey my I have drunk wine my with milk my eat O friends drink and become drunk O lovers.
2 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, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I [was] sleeping and heart my [was] awake [the] sound of - lover my knocking open to me O sister my friend my dove my perfect [one] my that head my [is] filled dew locks my dewdrops of night.
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
I have taken off tunic my how? will I put on it I have washed feet my how? will I dirty them.
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Lover my he sent hand his from the hole and inward parts my they were turbulent on him.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
I arose I to open to lover my and hands my they dripped myrrh and fingers my myrrh flowing on [the] handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
I opened I to lover my and lover my he had turned away he had passed away being my it went out when turned aside he I sought him and not I found him I called him and not he answered me.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
They found me the watchmen who go around in the city they struck me they bruised me they lifted garment my from on me [the] watchmen of the walls.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
I adjure you O daughters of Jerusalem if you will find lover my what? will you tell to him that [am] weak of love I.
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
How [is]? lover your more than a lover O beautiful [one] among women how? [is] lover your more than a lover that thus you have adjured us.
10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
Lover my [is] dazzling and ruddy [is] conspicuous more than ten thousand.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Head his [is] gold of pure gold locks his [are] curls black like raven.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Eyes his [are] like doves at channels of water washing in milk sitting on fullness.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Cheeks his [are] like [the] bed of spice towers of aromatic herbs lips his [are] lilies dripping myrrh flowing.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Hands his [are] rods of gold filled with chrysolite lower parts his [are] a plate of ivory covered sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Legs his [are] pillars of marble founded on bases of pure gold appearance his [is] like Lebanon chosen like cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Mouth his [is] sweetness and all of him [is] desirableness this [is] lover my and this [is] friend my O daughters of Jerusalem.
