男子:

我的妹妹,我的新娘啊,
我已經來到自己的園中,
採了我的沒藥和香料,
品嚐了我的蜂房和蜂蜜,
也享用了我的美酒和鮮奶。

耶路撒冷的少女:

朋友們,盡情吃喝吧。
相愛的人啊,沉醉在愛中吧!

女子:

我雖然躺在床上,心卻清醒。
我聽見我的良人在叩門,說:「開門吧!
我的妹妹,我的愛人,
我完美無瑕的小鴿子啊,
我的頭上沾滿了露水,
頭髮被夜間的露珠弄濕了。」
可是我已經脫了衣裳,難道要再穿上嗎?
我已經洗了腳,怎能再沾土呢?
我的良人從門孔伸進手來,
我心神為之蕩漾,
就起來為他開門;
我的雙手滴下沒藥,
甚至門閂也沾了我指頭滴下的沒藥。
我為良人開了門,
他卻已經離開了。
他的離去使我心中失落。[a]
我到處找他,卻找不著;
我呼喚他,卻得不到回答。
城中巡邏的衛兵遇見我,
把我打傷了,
看守城牆的人還搶走了我的披肩。
耶路撒冷的少女啊,
我懇求你們,
倘若遇見我的良人,
請告訴他我思愛成病。

耶路撒冷的少女:

絕色的佳人啊!
你的良人與別的男子比較,
究竟有什麼長處,
以致你這樣懇求我們呢?

女子:

10 他紅光滿面,
超越萬人。
11 他頭如純金,
烏黑發亮的捲髮像波浪。
12 他的眼睛清澈明亮,
如同溪旁用奶洗淨的白鴿,
又像鑲嵌合適的寶石。
13 他的雙頰芬芳,
猶如種滿香草的花圃。
他的嘴唇好像百合花,
滴下沒藥汁。
14 他的雙臂如同鑲著水蒼玉的金杖,
身體如同鑲嵌藍寶石的象牙。
15 他的雙腿好像純金座上的白玉石柱,
體格如黎巴嫩挺拔的香柏樹。
16 他的嘴甘甜如蜜,
整個人都令人愛慕。
耶路撒冷的少女啊,
這就是我的良人,
我的朋友。

Footnotes

  1. 5·6 他的離去使我心中失落」或譯「他說話時,我神不守舍」。

良人暫別佳偶

我的妹妹,我的新婦啊!我進了我的園中;

我採了我的沒藥與香料;

我吃了我的蜂房與蜂蜜;

我喝了我的酒和奶。

朋友們!你們要開懷吃喝;

親愛的啊!你們要不醉無歸。

我身雖然睡臥,我心卻醒。

這是我的良人的聲音,他敲著門說:

“我的妹妹,我的佳偶,

我的鴿子,我的完全人哪!求你給我開門;

因為我的頭滿了露水,

頭髮給夜露滴濕。”

我回答:“我脫了外衣,

怎能再穿上呢?

我洗了腳,

怎能再弄髒呢?”

我的良人從門孔裡伸進手來,

我的心因他大為激動。

我起來,要給我的良人開門;

我的兩手滴下沒藥,

指頭滴下沒藥,

滴在門閂上。

我親手給我的良人開門,

我的良人卻已轉身走了;

我發現他走了,差點昏倒;

我到處找他,卻找不見,

我呼叫他,他卻不回答。

城中的守衛巡邏的時候,找著我;

他們打了我,傷了我;

看守城牆的人奪去了我身上的外衣。

耶路撒冷的眾女子啊!我囑咐你們:

你們若遇見我的良人,

你們要告訴他甚麼呢?

你們要告訴他,我患了相思病。

你這女子中最美麗的啊!

你的良人比別人的良人有甚麼更可愛之處呢?

你的良人比別人的良人有甚麼更可愛之處呢?

以致你這樣囑咐我們呢?

佳偶稱讚良人的俊美

10 我的良人紅光滿面,

是萬人中的表表者。

11 他的頭像精金,

他的頭髮如棕樹枝厚密,

像烏鴉那麼黑。

12 他的眼好像溪水旁的鴿子,

在奶中洗淨,塑得合式。

13 他的兩頰如香花畦,

又如香草臺;

他的嘴唇像百合花,

滴下沒藥汁。

14 他的雙手像金管,

鑲嵌著水蒼玉;

他的軀體如象牙塊,

周圍包著藍寶石。

15 他的雙腿像大理石柱,

安放在精金的座上;

他的容貌如黎巴嫩山,

像佳美的香柏樹。

16 他的口甜蜜;

他全然可愛。

耶路撒冷的眾女子啊!

這就是我的良人,我的朋友。

He

I have come into my garden,(A) my sister, my bride;(B)
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
    I have drunk my wine and my milk.(C)

Friends

Eat, friends, and drink;
    drink your fill of love.

She

I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,(D) my flawless(E) one.(F)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
    must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
    my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,(G)
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,(H)
    but my beloved had left; he was gone.(I)
    My heart sank at his departure.[a]
I looked(J) for him but did not find him.
    I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.(K)
They beat me, they bruised me;
    they took away my cloak,
    those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(L)
    if you find my beloved,(M)
what will you tell him?
    Tell him I am faint with love.(N)

Friends

How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?(O)
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?

She

10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
    outstanding among ten thousand.(P)
11 His head is purest gold;
    his hair is wavy
    and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves(Q)
    by the water streams,
washed in milk,(R)
    mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks(S) are like beds of spice(T)
    yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies(U)
    dripping with myrrh.(V)
14 His arms are rods of gold
    set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
    decorated with lapis lazuli.(W)
15 His legs are pillars of marble
    set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,(X)
    choice as its cedars.
16 His mouth(Y) is sweetness itself;
    he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,(Z) this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem.(AA)

Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 5:6 Or heart had gone out to him when he spoke

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 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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of 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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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