Song of Solomon 5 | English Standard Version

English Standard Version

1 He: I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk. Others: Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love! (Pr 9:5; So 4:9; So 4:11; So 4:12; So 4:14; So 4:16; So 5:5; So 5:13; So 6:2; Joh 15:14)

Pr 9:5So 4:9So 4:11So 4:12So 4:14So 4:16So 5:5So 5:13So 6:2Joh 15:14

The Bride Searches for Her Beloved

2 She: I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! 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.” (So 1:15; So 2:14; So 4:7; So 4:9; So 4:12; So 5:11; So 6:9; Re 3:20)

So 1:15So 2:14So 4:7So 4:9So 4:12So 5:11So 6:9Re 3:20

3 I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet; how could I soil them? (Ge 18:4; Lu 11:7) 4 My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. 5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. (So 5:13) 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. (Pr 1:28; So 3:1; So 5:2) 7 The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls. (So 3:3) 8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love. (So 1:5; So 2:5; So 2:7)

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9 Others: What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? (So 1:8; So 5:8; So 6:1)

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The Bride Praises Her Beloved

10 She: My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. (1Sa 16:12; Ps 45:2) 11 His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. (So 5:2) 12 His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, sitting beside a full pool.^[1] (So 1:15; So 4:1) 13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, mounds of sweet-smelling herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh. (So 1:10; So 2:1; So 5:5; So 6:2)

So 1:10So 2:1So 5:5So 6:2

14 His arms are rods of gold, set with jewels. His body is polished ivory,^[2] bedecked with sapphires.^[3] (Ex 24:10; Ex 28:20; Ex 39:13; Eze 1:16; Eze 1:26; Eze 10:1)

Ex 24:10Ex 28:20Ex 39:13Eze 1:16Eze 1:26Eze 10:1

15 His legs are alabaster columns, set on bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. (1Ki 4:33) 16 His mouth^[4] is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. (So 5:8; So 7:9)

New International Version

from Biblica

1 He I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Friends Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love. She 2 I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.’ 3 I have taken off my robe – must I put it on again? I have washed my feet – must I soil them again? 4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him. 5 I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. 6 I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure.^[1] I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer. 7 The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls! 8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you – if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love. Friends 9 How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us? She 10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand. 11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels. 13 His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh. 14 His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli. 15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars. 16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

New International Reader’s Version

from Biblica

1 The king says, ‘My bride, I have come into my garden. My sister, I’ve gathered my myrrh and my spice. I’ve eaten my honeycomb and my honey. I’ve drunk my wine and my milk.’ The other women say to the Shulammite woman and to Solomon, ‘Friends, eat and drink. Drink up all the love you want.’ The woman says, 2 ‘I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! The one who loves me is knocking. He says, “My sister, I love you. Open up so I can come in. You are my dove. You are perfect in every way. My head is soaked with dew. The night air has made my hair wet.” 3 ‘But I’ve taken off my robe. Must I put it on again? I’ve washed my feet. Must I get them dirty again? 4 My love put his hand through the opening. My heart began to pound for him. 5 I got up to open the door for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh. It flowed from my fingers onto the handles of the lock. 6 I opened the door for my love. But he had left and was gone. My heart sank because he had left. I looked for him but didn’t find him. I called out to him, but he didn’t answer. 7 Those on guard duty found me as they were walking around in the city. They beat me. They hurt me. Those on guard duty at the walls took my coat away from me. 8 Women of Jerusalem, make me a promise. If you find the one who loves me, tell him our love has made me weak.’ The other women say, 9 ‘You are the most beautiful woman of all. How is the one you love better than others? How is he better than anyone else? Why do you ask us to make you this promise?’ The woman says, 10 ‘The one who loves me is tanned and handsome. He’s the finest man among 10,000. 11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is wavy and as black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves by streams of water. They look as if they’ve been washed in milk. They are set like jewels in his head. 13 His cheeks are like beds of spice giving off perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh. 14 His arms are like rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli. 15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. He looks like the finest cedar tree in the mountains of Lebanon. 16 His mouth is very sweet. Everything about him is delightful. That’s what the one who loves me is like. That’s what my friend is like, women of Jerusalem.’

King James Version

1 I 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. 2 I 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. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door , and my bowels were moved for him. 5 I 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. 6 I 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. 7 The 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. 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. 9 What 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? 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Einheitsübersetzung 2016

from Katholisches Bibelwerk

1 Ich komme in meinen Garten, meine Schwester Braut, / ich pflücke meine Myrrhe samt meinem Balsam, ich esse meine Wabe samt meinem Honig, / ich trinke meinen Wein samt meiner Milch. Esst, Freunde, trinkt, / berauscht euch an der Liebe! (Ec 9:7; So 4:12; Sir 24:1)

Verpasste Begegnung

2 Ich schlief, doch mein Herz war wach. / Horch, mein Geliebter klopft: Öffne mir, meine Schwester, meine Freundin, / meine Taube, meine Makellose, denn mein Haupt ist voll Tau, / aus meinen Locken tropft die Nacht! (Re 3:20) 3 Ich habe mein Kleid schon abgelegt - / soll ich es wieder anziehen? Meine Füße habe ich gewaschen - / soll ich sie wieder beschmutzen? 4 Mein Geliebter streckte die Hand durch die Luke; / da bebte mein Herz ihm entgegen. 5 Ich stand auf, meinem Geliebten zu öffnen. / Da tropften meine Hände von Myrrhe, meine Finger von ausfließender Myrrhe an den Griffen des Riegels. 6 Ich öffnete meinem Geliebten: / Doch mein Geliebter war weg, verschwunden. / Meine Seele war außer sich, als er zu mir sprach. Ich suchte ihn und fand ihn nicht. / Ich rief ihn und er antwortete mir nicht. (So 3:1) 7 Da fanden mich die Wächter bei ihrer Runde durch die Stadt; / sie schlugen, sie verletzten mich. Meinen Mantel entrissen sie mir, / die Wächter der Mauern. (So 3:3; So 8:9) 8 Ich beschwöre euch, Töchter Jerusalems: / Wenn ihr meinen Geliebten findet, was sollt ihr ihm sagen? / Dass ich krank bin vor Liebe! (So 1:5; So 2:5; So 2:7; So 3:5; So 5:16; So 8:4; Isa 3:16)

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Gegenseitige Bewunderung

9 Was hat dein Geliebter den andern voraus, / du schönste der Frauen? Was hat dein Geliebter den andern voraus, / dass du uns so beschwörst? (Ge 1:26) 10 Mein Geliebter ist weiß und rot, / ausgezeichnet vor Tausenden. 11 Sein Haupt ist reines Gold, / seine Locken sind Rispen, rabenschwarz. (Da 2:31) 12 Seine Augen sind wie Tauben an Wasserbächen, / gebadet in Milch, sitzend am Wasser.^[1] (So 1:15; So 4:1) 13 Seine Wangen sind wie Balsambeete, / darin Gewürzkräuter sprießen, seine Lippen wie Lilien; / sie tropfen von flüssiger Myrrhe. (So 2:1; So 5:5) 14 Seine Hände sind Rollen aus Gold, / mit Steinen aus Tarschisch besetzt. Sein Leib ist eine Platte aus Elfenbein, / mit Saphiren bedeckt. 15 Seine Schenkel sind Säulen aus Marmor, / auf Sockel von Feingold gestellt. Seine Gestalt ist wie der Libanon, / erlesen wie Zedern. (1Sa 9:2) 16 Sein Gaumen ist Süße, / alles ist Wonne an ihm. Das ist mein Geliebter, / ja, das ist mein Freund, / ihr Töchter Jerusalems. (So 5:1)