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Song of Solomon 5:2-7
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 5
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.
King James Version
Chapter 5
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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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.
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 5
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.
New Living Translation
Chapter 5
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.
English Standard Version
Chapter 5
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.
New International Version
Chapter 5
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!
New King James Version
Chapter 5
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.
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