Song of Solomon 5

1I 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.

1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh and my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends; drink, and drink freely, O lovers.

2I 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.

2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is soaked with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.'

3I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

3I have already taken off my robe; how can I put it back on? I have already washed my feet; how can I get them dirty again?

4My beloved put in his hand by the holeof the door, And my heart was moved for him.

4My lover reached his hand through the latch opening, and my heart began to pound for him.

5I 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.

5I got up to open the door for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh. Sweet-smelling myrrh ran off my fingers and onto the handles of the bolt.

6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.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.

6I opened the door for my lover, but he had turned away and was gone. My heart sank because he had left. I looked for him but did not find him; I called out to him, but he did not answer.

7The 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.

7The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me and bruised me; the men guarding the walls tore my cloak away from me.

8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

8I beg you, women of Jerusalem, if you find my lover, tell him this: I am weak with love.

9What 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?

9How is your lover better than any other lover, you most beautiful of women? What makes your lover so special that you make us promise this?

10My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

10My lover is radiant and healthy looking, standing out among ten thousand men.

11His head isasthe most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

11His head is like the finest gold; his hair is wavy and as black as a raven.

12His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

12His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk and set like jewels.

13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, Asbanks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

13His cheeks are like beds of spice that smell sweet. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.

14His hands areasrings of gold set with beryl: His body isasivory work overlaid with sapphires.

14His arms are like gold rods set with beryl stones. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.

15His legs areaspillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

15His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. He looks as grand as the Lebanon mountains, as majestic as its cedar trees.

16His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is desirable in every way. This is my lover, and this is my friend, O women of Jerusalem.