5:1I 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, beloved ones!
5:2I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
5:3-- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --
5:4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door; And my bowels yearned for him.
5:5I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
5:6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
5:7The 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.
5:8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? -- That I am sick of love.
5:9What is thy beloved more than another beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
5:10My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
5:11His head is as the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
5:12His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
5:13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
5:14His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid with sapphires;
5:15His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
5:16His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
6:1Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
6:2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
6:3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
6:4Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
6:5Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
6:6Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
6:7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
6:8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
6:9My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
6:10Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
6:11I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
6:12Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
6:13Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.
7:1How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
7:2Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
7:3Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
7:4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
7:5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets!
7:6How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!
7:7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
7:8I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
7:10I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
7:11-- Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
7:13The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
8:1Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.
8:2I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
8:3His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.
8:4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake my love, till he please?
8:5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth that bore thee.
8:6Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah.
8:7Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.
8:8We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? --
8:9If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
8:10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
8:11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.
8:12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand silver-pieces be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.
8:13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear it.
8:14Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.