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Song of Solomon 5:1-10
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 5
1
'I have come into my garden, my sister,
my
bride;
I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends;
Drink and drink deeply, lovers.'
2
'I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
My locks with the dew drops of the night.’
3
I have taken off my dress,
How can I put it on
again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them
again?
4
My beloved extended his hand through the opening,
And my feelings were stirred for him.
5
I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with drops of myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
6
I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away
and
had gone!
My heart went out
to him
as he spoke.
I searched for him but I did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.
7
The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me
and
wounded me;
The guards of the walls took my shawl away from me.
8
Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For I am lovesick.'
9
'What kind of beloved is your beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
What kind of beloved is your beloved,
That you make us swear in this way?'
10
'My beloved is dazzling and reddish,
Outstanding among ten thousand.
King James Version
Chapter 5
1
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 sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3
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 put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5
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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9
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 charge us?
10
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 5
1
I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
I gather my myrrh with my spices.
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends!
Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!
2
I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My love was knocking!
Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.
3
I have taken off my clothing.
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
4
My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.
5
I rose to open for my love.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
6
I opened to my love,
but my love had turned and gone away.
My heart sank because he had left.
I sought him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer.
7
The guards who go about the city found me.
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak from me—
the guardians of the walls.
8
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick.
9
What makes the one you love better than another,
most beautiful of women?
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?
10
My love is fit and strong,
notable among ten thousand.
New Living Translation
Chapter 5
1
I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride!
I gather myrrh with my spices
and eat honeycomb with my honey.
I drink wine with my milk.
Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink!
Yes, drink deeply of your love!
2
I slept, but my heart was awake,
when I heard my lover knocking and calling:
'Open to me, my treasure, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.'
3
But I responded,
'I have taken off my robe.
Should I get dressed again?
I have washed my feet.
Should I get them soiled?'
4
My lover tried to unlatch the door,
and my heart thrilled within me.
5
I jumped up to open the door for my love,
and my hands dripped with perfume.
My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh
as I pulled back the bolt.
6
I opened to my lover,
but he was gone!
My heart sank.
I searched for him
but could not find him anywhere.
I called to him,
but there was no reply.
7
The night watchmen found me
as they made their rounds.
They beat and bruised me
and stripped off my veil,
those watchmen on the walls.
8
Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem —
If you find my lover,
tell him I am weak with love.
9
Why is your lover better than all others,
O woman of rare beauty?
What makes your lover so special
that we must promise this?
10
My lover is dark and dazzling,
better than ten thousand others!
English Standard Version
Chapter 5
1
I came to my garden, my sister, my bride,
I gathered my myrrh with my spice,
I ate my honeycomb with my honey,
I drank my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends, drink,
and be drunk with love!
2
I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking.
"Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the drops of the night."
3
I had put off my garment;
how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet;
how could I soil them?
4
My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled within me.
5
I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
6
I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.
7
The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
they took away my veil,
those watchmen of the walls.
8
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
I am sick with love.
9
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you thus adjure us?
10
My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
distinguished among ten thousand.
New International Version
Chapter 5
1
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, friends, and drink;
drink your fill of love.
2
I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My beloved is knocking:
"Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night."
3
I have taken off my robe—
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
5
I arose to open for my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
6
I opened for my beloved,
but my beloved had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
7
The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
9
How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
that you so charge us?
10
My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.
New King James Version
Chapter 5
1
I have come to 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, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
2
I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is
the voice of my beloved!
He knocks,
saying,
“Open for me, my sister, my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.”
3
I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on
again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I defile them?
4
My beloved put his hand
By the latch
of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
5
I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped
with
myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
6
I opened for my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away
and
was gone.
My heart leaped up when he spoke.
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7
The watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
That you tell him I
am
lovesick!
9
What
is
your beloved
More than
another
beloved,
O fairest among women?
What
is
your beloved
More than
another
beloved,
That you so charge us?
10
My beloved
is
white and ruddy,
Chief among ten thousand.
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