ΑΣΜΑ - Cantico - Canticle of Canticles 5

GREEK BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Ηλθον εις τον κηπον μου, αδελφη μου, νυμφη? ετρυγησα την σμυρναν μου μετα των αρωματων μου? εφαγον την κηρηθραν μου μετα του μελιτος μου? επιον τον οινον μου μετα του γαλακτος μου? Φαγετε, φιλοι? πιετε, ναι, πιετε αφθονως, αγαπητοι.	1 Bride: "May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees."
2 Εγω κοιμωμαι, αλλ' η καρδια μου αγρυπνει? φωνη του αγαπητου μου? κρουει? Ανοιξον μοι, αδελφη μου, αγαπητη μου, περιστερα μου, αμωμητε μου? διοτι η κεφαλη μου εγεμισεν απο δροσου, οι βοστρυχοι μου απο ψεκαδων της νυκτος.	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 Εξεδυθην τον χιτωνα μου? πως να ενδυθω αυτον; ενιψα τους ποδας μου? πως θελω μολυνει αυτους;	3 Bride: "I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:"
4 Ο αγαπητος μου εισηξε την χειρα αυτου δια της τρυπης της θυρας, και τα σπλαγχνα μου εταραχθησαν δι' αυτον.	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 Εγω εσηκωθην δια να ανοιξω εις τον αγαπητον μου? και αι χειρες μου εσταζον σμυρναν, και οι δακτυλοι μου σμυρναν σταλακτην, επι τας λαβας του μοχλου.	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 Εγω ηνοιξα εις τον αγαπητον μου? αλλ' ο αγαπητος μου εσυρθη, εφυγεν? η ψυχη μου ελιποθυμησεν εις τον λογον αυτου? εζητησα αυτον και δεν ευρηκα αυτον, εφωνησα αυτον και δεν μοι απεκριθη.	6 "My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch."
7 Με ευρηκαν οι φυλακες οι περιερχομενοι την πολιν, με εκτυπησαν, με επληγωσαν? οι φυλακες των τειχων αφηρεσαν απ' εμου το ιματιον μου.	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 Σας ορκιζω, θυγατερες Ιερουσαλημ, εαν ευρητε τον αγαπητον μου, Τι θελετε ειπει προς αυτον; Οτι ειμαι τετρωμενη υπο αγαπης.	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 Τι διαφερει αλλου αγαπητου ο αγαπητος σου, ω ωραια μεταξυ των γυναικων; τι διαφερει αλλου αγαπητου ο αγαπητος σου, και ωρκισας ημας ουτως;	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 Ο αγαπητος μου ειναι λευκος και ερυθρος, διακρινομενος μεταξυ μυριαδων?	10 "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love."
11 Η κεφαλη αυτου ειναι χρυσιον δεδοκιμασμενον, οι πλοκαμοι αυτου κλαδοι φοινικων, μελανες ως κοραξ?	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 οι οφθαλμοι αυτου ως περιστερων επι των ρυακων των υδατων, λελουμενοι εν γαλακτι, καθημενοι ως λιθοι ενθεσεως?	12 Bride: "My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands."
13 Αι σιαγονες αυτου ως πρασιαι αρωματων, ως αλωνια φυτων μυρεψικων? τα χειλη αυτου ως κρινα, σταζοντα σμυρναν σταλακτην?	13 "His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven."
14 Αι χειρες αυτου δακτυλιδια χρυσα, πεπληρωμενα με βηρυλλιον? η κοιλια αυτου ελεφαντινον τεχνουργημα, περικεκοσμημενον με σαπφειρους?	14 "His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams."
15 αι κνημαι αυτου στυλοι μαρμαρινοι, εστηριγμενοι επι βασεων καθαρου χρυσιου? το ειδος αυτου ως Λιβανος? εξοχος ως κεδροι.	15 "His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh."
16 Ο ουρανισκος αυτου ειναι γλυκασμοι? και αυτος ολος επιθυμητος. Ουτος ειναι ο αγαπητος μου, και ουτος ο φιλος μου, θυγατερες Ιερουσαλημ.	16 "His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires."
	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?"