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Yo vine a mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía;

He recogido mi mirra y mis aromas;

He comido mi panal y mi miel,

Mi vino y mi leche he bebido.

Comed, amigos; bebed en abundancia, oh amados.

El tormento de la separación

Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba.

Es la voz de mi amado que llama:

Ábreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía,

Porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío,

Mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.

Me he desnudado de mi ropa; ¿cómo me he de vestir?

He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los he de ensuciar?

Mi amado metió su mano por la ventanilla,

Y mi corazón se conmovió dentro de mí.

Yo me levanté para abrir a mi amado,

Y mis manos gotearon mirra,

Y mis dedos mirra, que corría

Sobre la manecilla del cerrojo.

Abrí yo a mi amado;

Pero mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado;

Y tras su hablar salió mi alma.

Lo busqué, y no lo hallé;

Lo llamé, y no me respondió.

Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudad;

Me golpearon, me hirieron;

Me quitaron mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.

Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalén, si halláis a mi amado,

Que le hagáis saber que estoy enferma de amor.

La esposa alaba al esposo

¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado,

Oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres?

¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado,

Que así nos conjuras?

10 Mi amado es blanco y rubio,

Señalado entre diez mil.

11 Su cabeza como oro finísimo;

Sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.

12 Sus ojos, como palomas junto a los arroyos de las aguas,

Que se lavan con leche, y a la perfección colocados.

13 Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores;

Sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra fragante.

14 Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos;

Su cuerpo, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.

15 Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de oro fino;

Su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.

16 Su paladar, dulcísimo, y todo él codiciable.

Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo,

Oh doncellas de Jerusalén.

I am come into my gan (garden), my sister, my kallah; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my devash (honey); I have drunk my yayin with my cholov (milk): Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, dodim.

I sleep, but my lev waketh: it is the voice of dodi (my beloved) that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my yonah (dove) tammati (my undefiled, my perfect one); for my head is filled with tal (dew), and my hair with the drops of the lailah.

I have put off my kuttonet (kesones, chiton, robe); how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

Dodi (my beloved) thrust his hand through the latchopening, my heart began pounding for him.

I arose to open to dodi (my beloved); and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the man’ul (lock, door bolt).

I opened to dodi (my beloved); but dodi had withdrawn and gone; my nefesh departed when he spoke; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

The shomrim (watchmen) that went about the city found me, they beat me, they wounded me; the shomrei hachomat (i.e., the shomrim, the guardians [of the city on the wall]) took away my cloak from me.

I charge you, O banot Yerushalayim, if ye find dodi (my beloved), what will ye tell him? Tell him shecholat ahavah ani (I am faint with ahavah, lovesick [see 2:5]).

How is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among nashim? How is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

10 Dodi (my beloved) is radiant and ruddy, unrivaled by ten thousand.

11 His head is like the purest gold, his hair is wavy and shachor (black) as the raven.

12 His eyes are like yonim (doves) by the streams of mayim, washed with cholov, jewels fitly set.

13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, like sweet flowers; his lips like shoshanim (lilies), dripping sweet scented myrrh.

14 His hands are like rods of zahav set with chrysolites; his body is like a polished work of ivory decorated with sapphires.

15 His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine zahav; his countenance is like the Levanon, bachor (one being choice) like the cedars.

16 His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is machamaddim (altogether desirable [see Shir HaShirim 2:3; Chaggai 2:7 says Moshiach is the Desired of all Nations]). This is dodi (my beloved), and this is my friend, O banot Yerushalayim. [T.N. The next chapter is commented on extensively beginning at page vii. This section is one of the most important Scriptures in the Bible because it buttresses Isa 7:14 and its foundational meaning.]

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.

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