Song Of Solomon 5
NASB — New American Standard Bible (NASB)
MSG — The Message Bible (MSG)
Verse 1
“[a]I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam.
I have eaten my honeycomb [b]and my honey;
I have drunk my wine [c]and my milk.
Eat, friends;
Drink and [d]imbibe deeply, O lovers.”
I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam.
I have eaten my honeycomb [b]and my honey;
I have drunk my wine [c]and my milk.
Eat, friends;
Drink and [d]imbibe deeply, O lovers.”
I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover!
breathed the sweet fragrance.
I ate the fruit and honey,
I drank the nectar and wine.
breathed the sweet fragrance.
I ate the fruit and honey,
I drank the nectar and wine.
Celebrate with me, friends!
Raise your glasses—“To life! To love!”
The Woman
Verse 2
“[e]I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is [f]drenched with dew,
My locks with the [g]damp of the night.’
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is [f]drenched with dew,
My locks with the [g]damp of the night.’
I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake.
Oh, listen! It’s the sound of my lover knocking, calling!
Oh, listen! It’s the sound of my lover knocking, calling!
The Man
“Let me in, dear companion, dearest friend,
my dove, consummate lover!
I’m soaked with the dampness of the night,
drenched with dew, shivering and cold.”
The Woman
Verse 3
“I have taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
“But I’m in my nightgown—do you expect me to get dressed?
I’m bathed and in bed—do you want me to get dirty?”
I’m bathed and in bed—do you want me to get dirty?”
Verse 4
But my lover wouldn’t take no for an answer,
and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became.
I got up to open the door to my lover,
sweetly ready to receive him,
Desiring and expectant
as I turned the door handle.
But when I opened the door he was gone.
My loved one had tired of waiting and left.
And I died inside—oh, I felt so bad!
I ran out looking for him
But he was nowhere to be found.
I called into the darkness—but no answer.
The night watchmen found me
as they patrolled the streets of the city.
They slapped and beat and bruised me,
ripping off my clothes,
These watchmen,
who were supposed to be guarding the city.
and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became.
I got up to open the door to my lover,
sweetly ready to receive him,
Desiring and expectant
as I turned the door handle.
But when I opened the door he was gone.
My loved one had tired of waiting and left.
And I died inside—oh, I felt so bad!
I ran out looking for him
But he was nowhere to be found.
I called into the darkness—but no answer.
The night watchmen found me
as they patrolled the streets of the city.
They slapped and beat and bruised me,
ripping off my clothes,
These watchmen,
who were supposed to be guarding the city.
Verse 5
“I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with [i]liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with [i]liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
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Verse 6
“I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and had gone!
My [j]heart went out to him as he spoke.
I searched for him but I did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.
But my beloved had turned away and had gone!
My [j]heart went out to him as he spoke.
I searched for him but I did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.
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Verse 7
“The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
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Verse 8
“I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For I am lovesick.”
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For I am lovesick.”
I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem—
if you find my lover,
Please tell him I want him,
that I’m heartsick with love for him.
if you find my lover,
Please tell him I want him,
that I’m heartsick with love for him.
The Chorus
Verse 9
“[k][l]What kind of beloved is your beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
[m]What kind of beloved is your beloved,
That thus you adjure us?”
O most beautiful among women?
[m]What kind of beloved is your beloved,
That thus you adjure us?”
Admiration by the Bride
What’s so great about your lover, fair lady?
What’s so special about him that you beg for our help?
What’s so special about him that you beg for our help?
The Woman
Verse 10
My dear lover glows with health—
red-blooded, radiant!
He’s one in a million.
There’s no one quite like him!
My golden one, pure and untarnished,
with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders.
His eyes are like doves, soft and bright,
but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water.
His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage,
His voice, his words, warm and reassuring.
Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin,
quiet and beautiful.
His torso is the work of a sculptor,
hard and smooth as ivory.
He stands tall, like a cedar,
strong and deep-rooted,
A rugged mountain of a man,
aromatic with wood and stone.
His words are kisses, his kisses words.
Everything about him delights me, thrills me
through and through!
red-blooded, radiant!
He’s one in a million.
There’s no one quite like him!
My golden one, pure and untarnished,
with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders.
His eyes are like doves, soft and bright,
but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water.
His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage,
His voice, his words, warm and reassuring.
Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin,
quiet and beautiful.
His torso is the work of a sculptor,
hard and smooth as ivory.
He stands tall, like a cedar,
strong and deep-rooted,
A rugged mountain of a man,
aromatic with wood and stone.
His words are kisses, his kisses words.
Everything about him delights me, thrills me
through and through!
That’s my lover, that’s my man,
dear Jerusalem sisters.
Verse 11
“His head is like gold, pure gold;
His locks are like clusters of dates
And black as a raven.
His locks are like clusters of dates
And black as a raven.
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Verse 12
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Verse 13
“His cheeks are like a bed of balsam,
Banks of sweet-scented herbs;
His lips are lilies
Dripping with liquid myrrh.
Banks of sweet-scented herbs;
His lips are lilies
Dripping with liquid myrrh.
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Verse 14
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Verse 15
“His legs are pillars of alabaster
Set on pedestals of pure gold;
His appearance is like Lebanon
Choice as the cedars.
Set on pedestals of pure gold;
His appearance is like Lebanon
Choice as the cedars.
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Verse 16
“His [r]mouth is full of sweetness.
And he is wholly desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.”
And he is wholly desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.”
— not in MSG