Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O 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, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
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 coat; 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 in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen et venter meus intremuit ad tactum eius
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo manus meae stillaverunt murra digiti mei pleni murra probatissima
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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 watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they 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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick of love.
adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem si inveneritis dilectum meum ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge 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, the most chief among ten thousand.
dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus electus ex milibus
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
caput eius aurum optimum comae eius sicut elatae palmarum nigrae quasi corvus
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum quae lacte sunt lotae et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
genae illius sicut areolae aromatum consitae a pigmentariis labia eius lilia distillantia murram primam
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
manus illius tornatiles aureae plenae hyacinthis venter eius eburneus distinctus sapphyris
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
crura illius columnae marmoreae quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas species eius ut Libani electus ut cedri
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
guttur illius suavissimum et totus desiderabilis talis est dilectus meus et iste est amicus meus filiae Hierusalem
