Song of Solomon 5:1–6:13
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Song of Solomon 5:1–6:13 · Psalm 103 (MT: 104) · Proverbs 24:19–20 · 1 Corinthians 13:1–13
Showing Song of Solomon 5:1 through 6:13
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1Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.
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, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
2I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly was moved for him.
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not ; I called him, but he answered me not.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
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.
8I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9What is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?
9What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets : his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
1Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with thee.
1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
2My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without thy veil.
7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.