Song.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.
Song.5.1
I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover! breathed the sweet fragrance. I ate the fruit and honey, I drank the nectar and wine. Celebrate with me, friends! Raise your glasses--"To life! To love!"
Song.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, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers.
Song.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!
Song.5.1
I am here in my garden, my treasure, my bride! I gather my myrrh with my spices and eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk. Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply of this love!
Song.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.
Song.5.2
I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. Oh, listen! It's the sound of my lover knocking, calling! "Let me in, dear companion, dearest friend, my dove, consummate lover! I'm soaked with the dampness of the night, drenched with dew, shivering and cold."
Song.5.2
I slept 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 drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."
Song.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."
Song.5.2
One night as I was sleeping, my heart awakened in a dream. I heard the voice of my lover. He was knocking at my bedroom door. `Open to me, my darling, my treasure, my lovely dove, he said, `for I have been out in the night. My head is soaked with dew, my hair with the wetness of the night.
Song.5.3
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Song.5.3
"But I'm in my nightgown--do you expect me to get dressed? I'm bathed and in bed--do you want me to get dirty?"
Song.5.3
I have taken off my robe- must I put it on again? I have washed my feet- must I soil them again?
Song.5.3
I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?
Song.5.3
"But I said, `I have taken off my robe. Should I get dressed again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them soiled?'
Song.5.4
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Song.5.4
But my lover wouldn't take no for an answer, and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became.
Song.5.4
My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
Song.5.4
My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him.
Song.5.4
"My lover tried to unlatch the door, and my heart thrilled within me.
Song.5.5
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.
Song.5.5
I got up to open the door to my lover, sweetly ready to receive him, Desiring and expectant as I turned the door handle.
Song.5.5
I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Song.5.5
I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
Song.5.5
I jumped up to open it. My hands dripped with perfume, my fingers with lovely myrrh, as I pulled back the bolt.
Song.5.6
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.
Song.5.6
But when I opened the door he was gone. My loved one had tired of waiting and left. And I died inside--oh, I felt so bad! I ran out looking for him But he was nowhere to be found. I called into the darkness--but no answer.
Song.5.6
I opened for my lover, but my lover 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.
Song.5.6
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.
Song.5.6
I opened to my lover, but he was gone. I yearned for even his voice! I searched for him, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I called to him, but there was no reply.
Song.5.7
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.
Song.5.7
The night watchmen found me as they patrolled the streets of the city. They slapped and beat and bruised me, ripping off my clothes, These watchmen, who were supposed to be guarding the city.
Song.5.7
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!
Song.5.7
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.
Song.5.7
The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds; they struck and wounded me. The watchman on the wall tore off my veil.
Song.5.8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Song.5.8
I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem--if you find my lover, Please tell him I want him, that I'm heartsick with love for him.
Song.5.8
O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you- if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
Song.5.8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!
Song.5.8
"Make this promise to me, O women of Jerusalem! If you find my beloved one, tell him that I am sick with love."
Song.5.9
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?
Song.5.9
What's so great about your lover, fair lady? What's so special about him that you beg for our help?
Song.5.9
How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so?
Song.5.9
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?
Song.5.9
O woman of rare beauty, what is it about your loved one that brings you to tell us this?
Song.5.10
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Song.5.10
My dear lover glows with health--red-blooded, radiant! He's one in a million. There's no one quite like him!
Song.5.10
My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Song.5.10
My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
Song.5.10
My lover is dark and dazzling, better than ten thousand others!
Song.5.11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Song.5.11
My golden one, pure and untarnished, with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders.
Song.5.11
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Song.5.11
His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven.
Song.5.11
His head is the finest gold, and his hair is wavy and black.
Song.5.12
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Song.5.12
His eyes are like doves, soft and bright, but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water.
Song.5.12
His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
Song.5.12
His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set.
Song.5.12
His eyes are like doves beside brooks of water; they are set like jewels.
Song.5.13
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Song.5.13
His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage, His voice, his words, warm and reassuring.
Song.5.13
His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
Song.5.13
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.
Song.5.13
His cheeks are like sweetly scented beds of spices. His lips are like perfumed lilies. His breath is like myrrh.
Song.5.14
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Song.5.14
Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin, quiet and beautiful. His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and smooth as ivory.
Song.5.14
His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.
Song.5.14
His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
Song.5.14
His arms are like round bars of gold, set with chrysolite. His body is like bright ivory, aglow with sapphires.
Song.5.15
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Song.5.15
He stands tall, like a cedar, strong and deep-rooted, A rugged mountain of a man, aromatic with wood and stone.
Song.5.15
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
Song.5.15
His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.
Song.5.15
His legs are like pillars of marble set in sockets of the finest gold, strong as the cedars of Lebanon. None can rival him.
Song.5.16
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Song.5.16
His words are kisses, his kisses words. Everything about him delights me, thrills me through and through! That's my lover, that's my man, dear Jerusalem sisters.
Song.5.16
His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Song.5.16
His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Song.5.16
His mouth is altogether sweet; he is lovely in every way. Such, O women of Jerusalem, is my lover, my friend.
