Song of Solomon 5

1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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 sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.

I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

3 I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4 My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

5 I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

6 I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.

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

8 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if all of you find my beloved, that all of you tell him, that I am sick of love.

9 O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us?

10 My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.

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

11 His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.

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

12 His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

13 His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

14 His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.

His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

15 His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

16 His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.

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