Song 5
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
JPS Tanakh (Jewish Publication Society, 1917)
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.
1I am come into 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; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
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.”
2I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.'
3I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
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.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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.
7The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
8'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
9How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
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 adjure us?'
10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
10'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
11His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.
13His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.
14His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
14His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'
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