Song of Solomon 5 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. 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 sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. 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 have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? 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 beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch. 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 arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh. 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 the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me. 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 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love. 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 manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us? 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 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands. 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 finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven. 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 as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams. 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 cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb. 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 hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires. 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 legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars. 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 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem. 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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