Song of Solomon 5

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've arrived in my garden, my companion, my bride. I've gathered my myrrh and sweet spices; I've tasted the sweetness of my honeycomb and its honey; I've savored my wine mixed with my milk. Come, dear friends, feast and drink to your heart's content, my cherished ones.

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.

Even as I rest, my heart remains alert, stirred by the voice of my cherished one knocking, pleading, "Let me in, my kin, my love, my pure one. For I am drenched in the night's dew, my hair soaked with its droplets."

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

I've already taken off my robe; must I put it on again? I've washed my feet; must I get them dirty again?

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

My dear one reached through the door's gap, stirring deep emotions within me.

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.

Eagerly, I got up to welcome my love; my hands, fragrant with the sweet scent of myrrh, touched the door's 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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

I eagerly welcomed my love, but he had already left, leaving me heartbroken. His words left me weak. I searched for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I called out to him, but he didn't respond.

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.

City guards found me wandering, they attacked and hurt me; the guardians of the walls took 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.

Dear sisters of Jerusalem, if you come across my beloved, please tell him my heart aches with longing for his 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?

Why is your beloved so special, oh most beautiful woman? What makes him stand out among others that you speak of him so passionately?

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

My cherished one is pure and vibrant, standing out as the most exceptional among countless others.

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

His head shines like the purest gold, his hair is thick and as dark as a raven's feather.

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

His eyes are like gentle doves by a peaceful river, cleansed in purity, perfectly placed.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

His cheeks radiate warmth like a fragrant garden, as delightful as blooming flowers. His lips are soft as lilies, whispering the sweet scent of myrrh.

His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

His hands are as precious as golden rings adorned with sea-green gems; his core shines like radiant ivory, graced with the deep blue of sapphires.

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His legs stand strong and majestic, like marble columns on bases of pure gold. His face shines with the grandeur of Lebanon, as splendid as its towering cedars.

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

His words are like honey, so sweet. He is simply wonderful. This is my love, my companion, dear women of Jerusalem.