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Song of Solomon 5 Parallel Bible Translations
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| 1 | 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 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, 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 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 coat; 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 kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door , and my belly moved for him. | 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 rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. | 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 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 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 watchman 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. | 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 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. | 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 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? | 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 kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads. | 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 very fine gold, his locks are flowing, 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 are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools. | 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 bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh. | 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 as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone. | 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 are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice 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 is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O 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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