Song of Solomon 5

1 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.

[[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 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.

[[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 garment, 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 his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.

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

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

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 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.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.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 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.

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 you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with 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 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?

[[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, chosen out of thousands.

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

11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.

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

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

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

13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice 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 turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.

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

15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, 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 throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.

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