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.
veni in hortum meum soror mea sponsa messui murram meam cum aromatibus meis comedi favum cum melle meo bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo comedite amici bibite et inebriamini carissimi
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.
ego dormio et cor meum vigilat vox dilecti mei pulsantis aperi mihi soror mea amica mea columba mea inmaculata mea quia caput meum plenum est rore et cincinni mei guttis noctium
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
expoliavi me tunica mea quomodo induar illa lavi pedes meos quomodo inquinabo illos
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen et venter meus intremuit ad tactum eius
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo manus meae stillaverunt murra digiti mei pleni murra probatissima
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.
pessulum ostii aperui dilecto meo at ille declinaverat atque transierat anima mea liquefacta est ut locutus est quaesivi et non inveni illum vocavi et non respondit mihi
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.
invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem percusserunt me vulneraverunt me tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem si inveneritis dilectum meum ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo
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?
qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto o pulcherrima mulierum qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto quia sic adiurasti nos
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus electus ex milibus
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
caput eius aurum optimum comae eius sicut elatae palmarum nigrae quasi corvus
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum quae lacte sunt lotae et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
genae illius sicut areolae aromatum consitae a pigmentariis labia eius lilia distillantia murram primam
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
manus illius tornatiles aureae plenae hyacinthis venter eius eburneus distinctus sapphyris
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
crura illius columnae marmoreae quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas species eius ut Libani electus ut cedri
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
guttur illius suavissimum et totus desiderabilis talis est dilectus meus et iste est amicus meus filiae Hierusalem
