Song 5
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
Septuagint (Greek Old Testament), second edition
1I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; 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, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
1ΕΙΣΗΛΘΟΝ εἰς κῆπόν μου, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη, ἐτρύγησα σμύρναν μου μετὰ ἀρωμάτων μου, ἔφαγον ἄρτον μου μετὰ μέλιτός μου, ἔπιον οἶνόν μου μετὰ γάλακτός μου· φάγετε, πλησίοι, καὶ πίετε καὶ μεθύσθητε, ἀδελφοί.
2I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! 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.”
2Ἐγὼ καθεύδω καὶ ἡ καρδία μου ἀγρυπνεῖ. φωνὴ ἀδελφιδοῦ μου κρούει ἐπὶ τὴν θύραν. Ἄνοιξόν μοι, ἀδελφή μου, ἡ πλησίον μου, περιστερά μου, τελεία μου, ὅτι ἡ κεφαλή μου ἐπλήσθη δρόσου καὶ οἱ βόστρυχοί μου ψεκάδων νυκτός.
3I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
3Ἐξεδυσάμην τὸν χιτῶνά μου, πῶς ἐνδύσομαι αὐτόν; ἐνιψάμην τοὺς πόδας μου, πῶς μολυνῶ αὐτούς;
4My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
4ἀδελφιδός μου ἀπέστειλε χεῖρα αὐτοῦ ἀπὸ τῆς ὀπῆς, καὶ ἡ κοιλία μου ἐθροήθη ἐπ᾿ αὐτόν.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
5ἀνέστην ἐγὼ ἀνοῖξαι τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου, χεῖρές μου ἔσταξαν σμύρναν, δάκτυλοί μου σμύρναν πλήρη ἐπὶ χεῖρας τοῦ κλείθρου.
6I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
6ἤνοιξα ἐγὼ τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου· ἀδελφιδός μου παρῆλθε. ψυχή μου ἐξῆλθεν ἐν λόγῳ αὐτοῦ. ἐζήτησα αὐτὸν καὶ οὐχ εὗρον αὐτόν, ἐκάλεσα αὐτὸν καὶ οὐχ ὑπήκουσέ μου.
7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
7εὕροσάν με οἱ φύλακες οἱ κυκλοῦντες ἐν τῇ πόλει, ἐπάταξάν με, ἐτραυμάτισάν με· ἦραν τὸ θέριστρόν μου ἀπ᾿ ἐμοῦ φύλακες τῶν τειχέων.
8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
8ὥρκισα ὑμᾶς, θυγατέρες Ἱερουσαλήμ, ἐν ταῖς δυνάμεσι καὶ ἐν ταῖς ἰσχύσεσι τοῦ ἀγροῦ· ἐὰν εὕρητε τὸν ἀδελφιδόν μου, τί ἀπαγγείλητε αὐτῷ; ὅτι τετρωμένη ἀγάπης ἐγώ εἰμι.
9How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
9Τί ἀδελφιδός σου ἀπὸ ἀδελφιδοῦ, ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξί; τί ἀδελφιδός σου ἀπὸ ἀδελφιδοῦ, ὅτι οὕτως ὥρκισας ἡμᾶς;
10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
10Ἀδελφιδός μου, λευκὸς καὶ πυρρός, ἐκλελοχισμένος ἀπὸ μυριάδων·
11His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
11κεφαλὴ αὐτοῦ χρυσίον καιφάζ, βόστρυχοι αὐτοῦ ἐλάται, μέλανες ὡς κόραξ·
12His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
12ὀφθαλμοὶ αὐτοῦ ὡς περιστεραὶ ἐπὶ πληρώματα ὑδάτων λελουσμέναι ἐν γάλακτι, καθήμεναι ἐπὶ πληρώματα·
13His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
13σιαγόνες αὐτοῦ ὡς φιάλαι τοῦ ἀρώματος φύουσαι μυρεψικά· χείλη αὐτοῦ κρίνα στάζοντα σμύρναν πλήρη·
14His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
14χεῖρες αὐτοῦ τορευταὶ χρυσαῖ πεπληρωμέναι Θαρσίς· κοιλία αὐτοῦ πυξίον ἐλεφάντινον ἐπὶ λίθου σαπφείρου·
15His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
15κνῆμαι αὐτοῦ στῦλοι μαρμάρινοι τεθεμελιωμένοι ἐπὶ βάσεις χρυσᾶς· εἶδος αὐτοῦ ὡς Λίβανος, ἐκλεκτὸς ὡς κέδροι·
16His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16φάρυγξ αὐτοῦ γλυκασμοὶ καὶ ὅλος ἐπιθυμία· οὗτος ἀδελφιδός μου καὶ οὗτος πλησίον μου, θυγατέρες Ἱερουσαλήμ.
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