Canticle of Canticles 5

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!	1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
2 I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! 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."	2 I was sleeping, but my heart kept vigil;
3 I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them?	3 I have taken off my robe,
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.	4 My lover put his hand through the opening;
5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.	5 I rose to open to my lover,
6 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.	6 I opened to my lover-
7 The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls.	7 The watchmen came upon me
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.	8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?	9 How does your lover differ from any other,
10 My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.	10 My lover is radiant and ruddy;
11 His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.	11 His head is pure gold;
12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.	12 His eyes are like doves
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.	13 His cheeks are like beds of spice
14 His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.	14 His arms are rods of gold
15 His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.	15 His legs are columns of marble
16 His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.	16 His mouth is sweetness itself;