Song of Solomon 5
1 [HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye 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 [SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture 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 tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
expoliavi me tunica mea quomodo induar illa lavi pedes meos quomodo inquinabo illos
4 My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen et venter meus intremuit ad tactum eius
5 I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo manus meae stillaverunt murra digiti mei pleni murra probatissima
6 I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
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 were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem percusserunt me vulneraverunt me tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum
8 I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem si inveneritis dilectum meum ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo
9 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto o pulcherrima mulierum qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto quia sic adiurasti nos
10 [SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus electus ex milibus
11 His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
caput eius aurum optimum comae eius sicut elatae palmarum nigrae quasi corvus
12 His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
oculi eius sicut columbae super rivulos aquarum quae lacte sunt lotae et resident iuxta fluenta plenissima
13 His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
genae illius sicut areolae aromatum consitae a pigmentariis labia eius lilia distillantia murram primam
14 His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
manus illius tornatiles aureae plenae hyacinthis venter eius eburneus distinctus sapphyris
15 His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
crura illius columnae marmoreae quae fundatae sunt super bases aureas species eius ut Libani electus ut cedri
16 His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
guttur illius suavissimum et totus desiderabilis talis est dilectus meus et iste est amicus meus filiae Hierusalem
