Song Of Songs Of Solomon by Madame Guyon
Anglican version. Vulgate.
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.1. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat the fruit of his appletrees. I am come into my garden, my sister spouse; I have gathered my myrrhs with my spices; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk; eat, O friends, drink and be drunken, O dearly 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.4. My beloved put in his hand through the opening, and my bowels thrilled at his touch.
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.5. I rose up to open to my beloved; my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were bathed with the choicest myrrh.
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 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone; my soul failed when he spake; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.6. I withdrew the bolt of my door for my beloved; but he had turned aside and was gone. My soul melted when he spake; I sought him, and found him not; 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.11. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks as the clusters of the palm, black as a raven.
12. His eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.12. His eyes are like a dove's by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and sitting beside overflowing streams.13. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.13. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, prepared by the perfumers; his lips like lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
14. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl, his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.14. His hands are turned as of gold, set with hyacinths; his belly is ivory set 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.15.16. His mouth is most sweet, yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.16. His throat is most sweet, etc.