Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to garden my O sister my bride I have gathered myrrh my with spice my I have eaten honeycomb my with honey my I have drunk wine my with milk my eat O friends drink and become drunk O lovers.
I have 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.
2 I [was] sleeping and heart my [was] awake [the] sound of - lover my knocking open to me O sister my friend my dove my perfect [one] my that head my [is] filled dew locks my dewdrops of night.
I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, 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.
3 I have taken off tunic my how? will I put on it I have washed feet my how? will I dirty them.
I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Lover my he sent hand his from the hole and inward parts my they were turbulent on him.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5 I arose I to open to lover my and hands my they dripped myrrh and fingers my myrrh flowing on [the] handles of the bolt.
I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands drops with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened I to lover my and lover my he had turned away he had passed away being my it went out when turned aside he I sought him and not I found him I called him and not he answered me.
I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 They found me the watchmen who go around in the city they struck me they bruised me they lifted garment my from on me [the] watchmen of the walls.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They smote me, they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 I adjure you O daughters of Jerusalem if you will find lover my what? will you tell to him that [am] weak of love I.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him that I am sick from love.
9 How [is]? lover your more than a lover O beautiful [one] among women how? [is] lover your more than a lover that thus you have adjured us.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou do so adjure us?
10 Lover my [is] dazzling and ruddy [is] conspicuous more than ten thousand.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11 Head his [is] gold of pure gold locks his [are] curls black like raven.
His head is the most fine gold. His locks are bushy, black as a raven.
12 Eyes his [are] like doves at channels of water washing in milk sitting on fullness.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, washed with milk, fitly set.
13 Cheeks his [are] like [the] bed of spice towers of aromatic herbs lips his [are] lilies dripping myrrh flowing.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs. His lips are lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Hands his [are] rods of gold filled with chrysolite lower parts his [are] a plate of ivory covered sapphires.
His hands are rings of gold set with beryl. His body is ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15 Legs his [are] pillars of marble founded on bases of pure gold appearance his [is] like Lebanon chosen like cedars.
His legs are pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Mouth his [is] sweetness and all of him [is] desirableness this [is] lover my and this [is] friend my O daughters of Jerusalem.
His mouth is most sweet. Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
