Song of Solomon 5

1 I AM come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: 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, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

[[Lov.]] I am come to my garden, my sister, my spouse! I gather my myrrh with my balsam, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, yea, drink abundantly, my loved companions!

2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.

[[M.]] I slept, but my heart was awake; It was the voice of my beloved, who was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is filled with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night.”

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 taken off my vest [[said I]]; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my heart was moved for him.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.

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

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved, —What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.

9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?

[[Lad.]] What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?

10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

[[M.]] My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.

11 His head is [as] the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven.

His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; washed with milk, [and] fitly set.

His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs: his lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;

14 His hands are [as] rings of gold set with beryl: his body is [as] ivory work overlaid [with] sapphires.

His hands are gold rings set with chrysolite; His body is wrought-work of ivory, overlaid with sapphires;

15 His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His legs are marble pillars, resting on pedestals of fine gold; His aspect is like Lebanon, Majestic like the cedars;

16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

His mouth is sweetness; His whole being, loveliness. This is my beloved, This my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem!