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World English Bible

Song of Solomon 5 (WEBP)

[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, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
[2] I 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.”
[3] I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
[4] My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
[5] I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
[6] I 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.
[7] The 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.
[8] I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
[9] How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
[10] My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
[11] His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
[12] His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
[13] His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
[14] His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
[15] His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
[16] His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

Scripture quotations are taken from The World English Bible™ of eBible.org, 2020 stable text edition. It is in the public domain.

King James w/Strong’s #s

Song of Solomon 5 (KJVS)

[1] 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 .
[2] 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 .
[3] I have put off () my coat ; how shall I put it on ()? I have washed () my feet ; how shall I defile () them?
[4] My beloved put in () his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved () for him.
[5] 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 .
[6] 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 ().
[7] 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.
[8] I charge () you, O daughters of Jerusalem , if ye find () my beloved , that ye tell () him, that I [am] sick () of love .
[9] 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 .

Young’s Literal Translation

Song of Solomon 5 (YLT)

[1] I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
[2] I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! ‘Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with drops of the night.’
[3] I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
[4] My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
[5] I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
[6] I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew-he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
[7] The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
[8] I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved- What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love!
[9] What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
[10] My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
[11] His head is pure gold-fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
[12] His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
[13] His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
[14] His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
[15] His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
[16] His mouth is sweetness-and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!