Song of Solomon 5

1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride; I have plucked my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my sugar-cane with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, ye companions; drink, yea, drink abundantly, ye friends.—

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 I slept, but my heart was awake: [there was] the voice of my beloved that knocked, “Open for me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my guiltless one; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with 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 I have put off my coat: how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet: how shall I defile 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 friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts were moved for him.

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

5 I rose up myself to open for my friend; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with fluid myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.

6 I indeed opened for my beloved; but my beloved had vanished, and was gone: my soul had failed me while he was speaking; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he answered me not.

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 Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched the walls.

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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—

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

9 What is thy friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—

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 My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

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

11 His head is bright as the finest gold, his locks are like waving foliage, and 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 [those of] doves by streamlets of waters, bathed in milk, well fitted in their setting.

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

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as turrets of sweet perfumes: his lips, like lilies, dropping with fluid 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 like wheels of gold beset with the chrysolite: his body, an image made of ivory overlaid 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 like pillars of marble, resting upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent 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 palate is full of sweets, and every thing in him is agreeable. This is my friend, and this is my beloved, 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.