Man

I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
I gather[a] my myrrh with my spices.
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.

Narrator

Eat, friends!
Drink, be intoxicated with caresses![b](A)

Woman

I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My love was knocking!(B)

Man

Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.

Woman

I have taken off my clothing.(C)
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.
I rose to open for my love.
My hands dripped with myrrh,(D)
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my love,
but my love had turned and gone away.
My heart sank[c] because he had left.[d]
I sought him, but did not find him.(E)
I called him, but he did not answer.
The guards who go about the city found me.(F)
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak[e] from me—
the guardians of the walls.(G)
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,(H)
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick.(I)

Young Women

What makes the one you love better than another,
most beautiful of women?(J)
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?

Woman

10 My love is fit and strong,[f](K)
notable among ten thousand.(L)

11 His head is purest gold.
His hair is wavy[g](M)
and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves(N)
beside flowing streams,
washed in milk
and set like jewels.[h]
13 His cheeks(O) are like beds of spice,
mounds of[i] perfume.
His lips are lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh.(P)
14 His arms[j] are rods of gold
set[k] with beryl.(Q)
His body[l] is an ivory panel
covered with lapis lazuli.(R)
15 His legs are alabaster pillars
set on pedestals of pure gold.
His presence is like Lebanon,(S)
as majestic as the cedars.(T)
16 His mouth is sweetness.
He is absolutely desirable.(U)
This is my love, and this is my friend,
young women of Jerusalem.

Footnotes

  1. 5:1 Lit pluck
  2. 5:1 Or Drink your fill, lovers
  3. 5:6 Lit My soul went out
  4. 5:6 Or spoken
  5. 5:7 Or veil, or shawl
  6. 5:10 Or is radiant and ruddy
  7. 5:11 Or is like palm leaves; Hb obscure
  8. 5:12 Lit milk sitting in fullness
  9. 5:13 LXX, Vg read spice, yielding
  10. 5:14 Lit hands
  11. 5:14 Lit filled; Sg 5:2,12
  12. 5:14 Lit abdomen

[Man]

I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride!
I have gathered my myrrh and my spices.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, dear friends!
Drink and get drunk on love!

A missed encounter

[Woman]

I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My love is knocking:

[Man]

“Open for me, my sister, my dearest,
        my dove, my perfect one!
        My head is soaked with dew,
        my hair, with the night mists.”

[Woman]

“I have taken off my tunic—
        why should I put it on again?
I have bathed my feet—
        why should I get them dirty?”
My love put his hand in through the latch hole,
        and my body ached for him.
I rose; I went to open for my love,
        and my hands dripped myrrh,
        my fingers, liquid myrrh,
        over the handles of the lock.
I went and opened for my love,
    but my love had turned, gone away.
I nearly died when he turned away.
I looked for him but couldn’t find him.
        I called out to him, but he didn’t answer me.
They found me—the guards
        who make their rounds in the city.
They struck me, bruised me.
They took my shawl away from me,
        those guards of the city walls!
I place you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem:
If you find my love, what should you tell him?
        That I’m weak with love!

[Daughters of Jerusalem]

How is your lover different from any other lover,
        you who are the most beautiful of women?
How is your lover different from any other lover,
        that you make us swear a solemn pledge?

In praise of him

[Woman]

10 My lover is radiant and ruddy;
        he stands out among ten thousand!
11 His head is finest gold;
        his wavy hair, black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
        by channels of water.
They are bathing in milk,
        sitting by brimming pools.
13 His cheeks are like fragrant plantings,
        towers of spices.
        His lips are lilies
            dripping liquid myrrh.
14 His arms are gold cylinders
        studded with jewels.
His belly is smooth ivory
        encrusted with sapphires.
15 His thighs are pillars of whitest stone
        set on pedestals of gold.
His appearance—like Lebanon,
        stately, like the cedars.
16 His mouth is everything sweet,
        every bit of him desirable.

This is my love, this my dearest,
        daughters of Jerusalem!