Canticle of Canticles 5

Douai-Rheims	King James Bible
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.	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 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.	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 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?	³ I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
⁴ My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.	⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved 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.	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 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.	⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 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.	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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.	⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of 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?	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 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.	¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
¹¹ His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.	¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, 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.	¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
¹³ His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.	¹³ His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
¹⁴ His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.	¹⁴ His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
¹⁵ His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.	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 throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.	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 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?