Canticle of Canticles 5

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 Bride: "May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees."	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 Groom to Bride: "I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most 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 Bride: "I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:"	3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Groom to Bride: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night."	4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 Bride: "I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?"	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 "My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch."	6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 "I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh."	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 opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer 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 "The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me."	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 "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love."	10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Chorus to Bride: "What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?"	11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 Bride: "My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands."	12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 "His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."	13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 "His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams."	14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 "His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh."	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 hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires."	16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
17 Chorus to Bride: "Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?"