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Song of Solomon 5
Brenton's English Septuagint · Berean Standard Bible
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.
I have come to 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, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved 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.”
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly was moved for him.
My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
What is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?
How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is polished ivory bedecked with sapphires.
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
His mouth (note: Hebrew palate) is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.