Song of Solomon 5: 2 - 8: 14
Beloved |
2I was asleep, but my heart was awake. |
It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: |
“Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; |
for my head is filled with dew, |
and my hair with the dampness of the night.” |
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? |
I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them? |
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. |
My heart pounded for him. |
5I rose up to open for my beloved. |
My hands dripped with myrrh, |
my fingers with liquid myrrh, |
on the handles of the lock. |
6I opened to my beloved; |
but my beloved left, and had gone away. |
My heart went out when he spoke. |
I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. |
I called him, but he didn’t answer. |
7The watchmen who go about the city found me. |
They beat me. |
They bruised me. |
The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me. |
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, |
If you find my beloved, |
that you tell him that I am faint with love. |
Friends |
9How is your beloved better than another beloved, |
you fairest amongst women? |
How is your beloved better than another beloved, |
that you do so adjure us? |
Beloved |
10My beloved is white and ruddy. |
The best amongst ten thousand. |
11His head is like the purest gold. |
His hair is bushy, black as a raven. |
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, |
washed with milk, mounted like jewels. |
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. |
His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. |
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. |
His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires. |
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. |
His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
16His mouth is sweetness; |
yes, he is altogether lovely. |
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, |
daughters of Jerusalem. |
Friends |
1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? |
Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? |
Beloved |
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, |
to the beds of spices, |
to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. |
He browses amongst the lilies. |
Lover |
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, |
lovely as Jerusalem, |
awesome as an army with banners. |
5Turn away your eyes from me, |
for they have overcome me. |
Your hair is like a flock of goats, |
that lie along the side of Gilead. |
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, |
which have come up from the washing, |
of which every one has twins; |
not one is bereaved amongst them. |
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. |
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, |
and virgins without number. |
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. |
She is her mother’s only daughter. |
She is the favourite one of her who bore her. |
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. |
The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her. |
10Who is she who looks out as the morning, |
beautiful as the moon, |
clear as the sun, |
and awesome as an army with banners? |
11I went down into the nut tree grove, |
to see the green plants of the valley, |
to see whether the vine budded, |
and the pomegranates were in flower. |
12Without realising it, |
my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. |
Friends |
13Return, return, Shulammite! |
Return, return, that we may gaze at you. |
Lover |
Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, |
as at the dance of Mahanaim? |
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! |
Your rounded thighs are like jewels, |
the work of the hands of a skilful workman. |
2Your body is like a round goblet, |
no mixed wine is wanting. |
Your waist is like a heap of wheat, |
set about with lilies. |
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, |
that are twins of a roe. |
4Your neck is like an ivory tower. |
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. |
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks towards Damascus. |
5Your head on you is like Carmel. |
The hair of your head like purple. |
The king is held captive in its tresses. |
6How beautiful and how pleasant you are, |
love, for delights! |
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, |
your breasts like its fruit. |
8I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. |
I will take hold of its fruit.” |
Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, |
the smell of your breath like apples. |
9Your mouth is like the best wine, |
that goes down smoothly for my beloved, |
gliding through the lips of those who are asleep. |
Beloved |
10I am my beloved’s. |
His desire is towards me. |
11Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. |
Let’s lodge in the villages. |
12Let’s go early up to the vineyards. |
Let’s see whether the vine has budded, |
its blossom is open, |
and the pomegranates are in flower. |
There I will give you my love. |
13The mandrakes produce fragrance. |
At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, |
which I have stored up for you, my beloved. |
1Oh that you were like my brother, |
who nursed from the breasts of my mother! |
If I found you outside, I would kiss you; |
yes, and no one would despise me. |
2I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, |
who would instruct me. |
I would have you drink spiced wine, |
of the juice of my pomegranate. |
3His left hand would be under my head. |
His right hand would embrace me. |
4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, |
that you not stir up, nor awaken love, |
until it so desires. |
Friends |
5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, |
leaning on her beloved? |
Beloved |
Under the apple tree I awakened you. |
There your mother conceived you. |
There she was in labour and bore you. |
6Set me as a seal on your heart, |
as a seal on your arm; |
for love is strong as death. |
Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. |
Its flashes are flashes of fire, |
a very flame of the LORD. |
7Many waters can’t quench love, |
neither can floods drown it. |
If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, |
he would be utterly scorned. |
Brothers |
8We have a little sister. |
She has no breasts. |
What shall we do for our sister |
in the day when she is to be spoken for? |
9If she is a wall, |
we will build on her a turret of silver. |
If she is a door, |
we will enclose her with boards of cedar. |
Beloved |
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, |
then I was in his eyes like one who found peace. |
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. |
He leased out the vineyard to keepers. |
Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit. |
12My own vineyard is before me. |
The thousand are for you, Solomon, |
two hundred for those who tend its fruit. |
Lover |
13You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, |
let me hear your voice! |
Beloved |
14Come away, my beloved! |
Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices! |
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