Song of Solomon 5

1 Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most 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 Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops 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 Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?

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 through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.

My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.

5 I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.

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 the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.

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 The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.

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 I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.

9 Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?

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 Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.

My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.

11 His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as 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, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.

His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.

13 His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.

His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.

14 His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented 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 columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like 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 throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he 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.