Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to 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, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
