Song of Solomon 5
1 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.
[HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved!
2 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.
[SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 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.
I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
7 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.
The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
9 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?
[DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
[SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
