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.
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 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 [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— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
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 put his hand to the latch; 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 flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
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 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 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 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.
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 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 will find lover my what? will you tell to him that [am] weak of love I.
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?
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 dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Lover my [is] dazzling and ruddy [is] conspicuous more than ten thousand.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and 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 streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Eyes his [are] like doves at channels of water washing in milk sitting on fullness.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Cheeks his [are] like [the] bed of spice towers of aromatic herbs lips his [are] lilies dripping myrrh flowing.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked 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 pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic 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 most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O 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.
