Song of Songs 5 – New International Version (NIV)
- 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.
- 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.”
- have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
- My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
- I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
- I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure.[a] I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
- 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!
- Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
- How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us?
- My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
- His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
- His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
- His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
- His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli.
- His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
- His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Song of Songs 5 – King James Version (KJV)
- 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.
- 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.
- I have put off my coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I defile them?
- My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my bowels were moved for him.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
- 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?
- My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
- His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, And black as a raven.
- His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
- His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
- His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
- His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
- His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.