5:1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers.
5:2 I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover 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.”
5:3 I have taken off my robe–must I put it on again? I have washed my feet–must I soil them again?
5:4 My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
5:5 I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
5:6 I opened for my lover, but my lover had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
5:7 The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!
5:8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you–if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
5:9 How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so?
5:10 My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
5:11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
5:12 His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
5:13 His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
5:14 His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.
5:15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
5:16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
5:1 I have 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, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!
5:2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. / A sound! My beloved is knocking. / Open to me, my sister, my love, / My dove, my perfect one; / For my head is drenched with dew, / My locks with the drops of night.
5:3 I have put off my garment; / How can I put it on again? / I have washed my feet; / How can I dirty them again?
5:4 My beloved put his hand into the opening of the door, / And my inner parts yearned for him.
5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; / And my hands dripped with myrrh, / My fingers with liquid myrrh, / Upon the handles of the bolt.
5:6 I opened to my beloved, / But my beloved had withdrawn; he was gone. / My soul failed when he spoke; / I sought him, but found him not; / I called him ? he answered me not.
5:7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. / They struck me; they wounded me; / The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
5:8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, / If you find my beloved, / What shall you tell him? / That I am sick with love.
5:9 What is your beloved more than some other’s beloved, / O you most beautiful among women? / What is your beloved more than some other’s beloved, / That you adjure us so?
5:10 My beloved is dazzling white yet ruddy, / Distinguished among ten thousand.
5:11 His head is the finest gold; / His locks are wavy, / As black as a raven.
5:12 His eyes are like doves / Beside the streams of water, / Bathed in milk, / Fitly set.
5:13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, / Mounds of sweetly fragrant herbs; / His lips are lilies, / Dripping with liquid myrrh.
5:14 His hands are tubes of gold, / Set with beryl; / His belly is an ivory work, / Overlaid with sapphires.
5:15 His legs are pillars of white marble, / Set upon bases of gold; / His appearance is like Lebanon, / As excellent as the cedars.
5:16 His mouth is sweetness itself, / And he is altogether desirable. / This is my beloved, and this is my friend, / O daughters of Jerusalem.