Song of Solomon 5 Parallel Bible Translations

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Bishops' Bible of 1568
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1 I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrre with my spice: I haue eate hony with my hony combe, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: Eate O ye frendes, drinke and be merie O ye beloued. I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love! 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. Friends Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love.
2 I am a sleepe, but my heart is waking: I heare the voyce of my beloued when he knocketh, saying, Open to me O my sister, my loue, my doue, my dearling: for my head is full of deawe, and the lockes of my heere are full of the nyght doppes. I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.” I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! 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.”
3 I haue put of my coate, howe can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I fyle them agayne? I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet; how could I soil them? I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
4 My loue put in his hande at the hole, and my heart was moued within me. My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
5 I stoode vp to open vnto my beloued, and my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fingers vpon the locke. I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened vnto my beloued, but he was departed and gone his way: Now whe he spake, my heart was gone: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I cryed vpon hym, neuerthelesse he gaue me no aunswere. I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer. I opened for my beloved, but my beloved 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.
7 So the watchmen that went about the citie, founde me, smote me, and wounded me: yea they that kept the walles toke away my kerchaffe from me. The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls. 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!
8 I charge you therfore O ye daughters of Hierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym howe that I am sicke for loue. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
9 What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fairest among women? Or what can thy loue do more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytly? What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us?
10 As for my loue, he is whyte and red coloured, a goodly person among tenne thousande. My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe. His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brookes as though they were wasshed with mylke, and are set lyke pearles in golde. His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, sitting beside a full pool. His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
13 His cheekes are lyke a garden bed, wherin the Apothecaries plant all maner of sweete thynges. (5:14) His lippes are lyke lilies that droppe sweete smellyng Myrre: His cheeks are like beds of spices, mounds of sweet-smelling herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh. His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
14 His handes are lyke golde rynges, hauyng inclosed the precious stone of Tharsis. (5:15) His body is as the pure iuorie, dect ouer with Saphires: His arms are rods of gold, set with jewels. His body is polished ivory, bedecked with sapphires. His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli.
15 His legges are as the pillers of Marble set vpon sockettes of golde. (5:16) His face is as Libanus: and as the beautie of the Cedar trees. His legs are alabaster columns, set on bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
16 (5:17) The wordes of his mouth are sweete: yea he is altogether louely: Such a one is my loue O ye daughters of Hierusalem, such a one is my loue. His mouth is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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