Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
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 am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] 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 do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
expoliavi me tunica mea quomodo induar illa lavi pedes meos quomodo inquinabo illos
4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen et venter meus intremuit ad tactum eius
5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] 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 withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, 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 watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem percusserunt me vulneraverunt me tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem si inveneritis dilectum meum ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo
9 What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have 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] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus electus ex milibus
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
caput eius aurum optimum comae eius sicut elatae palmarum nigrae quasi corvus
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum quae lacte sunt lotae et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
genae illius sicut areolae aromatum consitae a pigmentariis labia eius lilia distillantia murram primam
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
manus illius tornatiles aureae plenae hyacinthis venter eius eburneus distinctus sapphyris
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
crura illius columnae marmoreae quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas species eius ut Libani electus ut cedri
16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
guttur illius suavissimum et totus desiderabilis talis est dilectus meus et iste est amicus meus filiae Hierusalem
