Annotations on the Pentateuch, Psalms, Song of Songs, Song · Version 5
CHAPTER V.
IAm come to my garden, my sister my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honey-combe with my honey: I have drunke my wine, with my milke: eate O friends, drink, and drinke-abundantly O beloved.
I sleepe, and my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh: Open to mee my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect-one: for my head is filled with dew; my locks with the drops of the night.
I have put-off my coat, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole (of the doore;) and my bowels made a troubled-noise for him. I rose-up, to open to my beloved: and my hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers passing myrrh, upon the handles of the locke. I opened to my beloved, and my beloved had withdrawne himselfe, was passed away; my soule went-for…h because of his speech, I sought him, and I found him not; I called him, and hee answered me not. The Watchmen that went about the citie found mee, they smote mee, they wounded mee: the watchmen of the walles tooke my veile from on me. I adjure you, O daughters of Ierusalem: if yee finde my beloved, what shall ye tell him? that I am sicke of love.
What is thy beloved more then another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more then another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddie; having-the-banner, above ten-thousand. His head, the fine-gold, the solid-gold: his lockes curled, blacke as a Raven. His eyes as doves, by the streames of water: washing in milke, sitting in fulnesse. His cheekes, as a bed of spice, flowers of sweet-odours: his lippes Lilies; dropping passing myrrh. His hands rings of gold, filled with the Chrysolite; his bowels, bright yvorie, overlaid with Saphires. His legges pillars of marble, founded upon sockets of solid-gold: his countenance as Lebanon, choice as the Cedars. His palate, sweetnesse; and hee is altogether desires: This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Ierusalem.
CHAPTER V.
My sister O my Spouse, I am entred
Into my garden: I have gathered
My Myrrh together with my spices-sweet,
My honey-combe did with my honey eat,
I drunke my wine, with my milke: friends eate yee,
Drinke, O beloved, and drinke-plenteously.
I am asleepe, and yet my heart waketh:
The voice of my Beloved that knocketh:
Open thou unto me my sister deere,
My love, my dove, my perfect-one sincere:
For my head is with dew replenished,
My locks, with drops that from the night proceed.
I dofft my coat, how shall it on againe?
I washt my feete, how shall I them distaine?
Put in his hand by'th hole did my beloved:
And for him were my bowels troublous-moved.
To open to my Loved, I rose-up:
And my hands myrrh, my fingers eke did drop
Passing-sweet myrrh, the locke handles upon.
Open I did to my beloved-one,
And my beloved had himselfe drawn-backe,
Was past: my soule went-forth for that he spake:
I did him seeke, and yet I found him not,
I called him, yet I no answere-got.
The Watchmen that did goe the city round,
Did finde me; they did smite me, did me wound:
The keepers that upon the walles did watch,
They from on me my veile away did catch.
O ye the daughters of Ierusalem,
I you adjuring charge if ye finde him
That my Beloved is, what shall yee say
To him? that I for love languish away.
What is thy Lief more then another Lief,
O thou that hast mong women beauty chiefe?
Thy Lief then other Liefs what is he more,
That thou adjuring chargest us so sore?
My welbeloved white and red appears;
Above ten-thousand he the banner bears.
His head, is fine gold solid-gold-of-Fess:
His lockes are curl'd, blacke as a Raven is.
His eyes, as doves, the streames of water by:
Washing in milke, sitting in plenity.
His cheekes, as bed of spice flowers sweetly-smelling.
His lips, like Lilies, passing myrrh distilling.
His hands gold rings, fild with the Chrysolite:
His bowels yv'rie bright with Saphirs dight.
His legs like Marble pillars, that have hold,
Firmly on sockets of fine-solid gold,
His sight as Lebanon, choise as Ceders.
His palate, sweets; and he is all desires:
This is my welbeloved and this same
My friend, O daughters of Ierusalem.