5:1I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
5:2I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with drops of the night.'
5:3I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
5:4My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
5:5I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
5:6I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
5:7The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
5:8I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love!
5:9What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
5:10My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
5:11His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
5:12His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
5:13His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
5:14His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
5:15His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
5:16His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
6:1Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
6:2My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
6:4Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
6:5Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6:6Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
6:7As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.
6:8Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
6:9One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
6:10`Who is this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
6:11Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --
6:12I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.
6:13Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
7:1As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
7:2Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
7:3Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
7:4Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
7:5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
7:6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7:7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
7:8I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
7:9And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
7:10I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.
7:11Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
7:12We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
7:13The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
8:1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
8:2I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
8:3His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
8:4I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
8:5Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee.
8:6Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings are burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
8:7Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.
8:8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
8:9If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
8:10I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
8:11Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
8:12My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand is for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
8:13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
8:14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!