Canticle of Canticles 5

DOUAI-RHEIMS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
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 Bride: "May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees."
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 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."
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?	3 Bride: "I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:"
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.	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."
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.	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?"
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 "My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch."
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 "I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh."
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.	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."
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 "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."
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.	10 "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love."
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.	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?"
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.	12 Bride: "My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands."
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.	13 "His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.	14 "His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams."
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 cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh."
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 hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires."
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?	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?"