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!

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

4 My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:

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

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.

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.

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.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone.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.

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.

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.

8 I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.

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

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?

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?

10 [SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:

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

11 His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;

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

12 His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:

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

13 His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:

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

14 His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:

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

15 His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:

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

16 His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye 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.