| NET Bible | New International Version |
| 1I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk! The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers! | 1I 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. |
| 2I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved: "Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night." | 2I 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 already taken off my robe--must I put it on again? I have already washed my feet--must I soil them again?" | 3I have taken off my robe-- must I put it on again? I have washed my feet-- must I soil them again? |
| 4My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him. | 4My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him. |
| 5I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh--my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock. | 5I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. |
| 6I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me. | 6I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer. |
| 7The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls! | 7The 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! |
| 8O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you--If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick! | 8Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you-- if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love. |
| 9Why is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful of women? Why is your beloved better than others, that you would command us in this manner? | 9How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us? |
| 10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy; he stands out in comparison to all other men. | 10My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand. |
| 11His head is like the most pure gold. His hair is curly--black like a raven. | 11His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven. |
| 12His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels. | 12His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels. |
| 13His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh. | 13His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh. |
| 14His arms are like rods of gold set with chrysolite. His abdomen is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires. | 14His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli. |
| 15His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars. | 15His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars. |
| 16His mouth is very sweet; he is totally desirable. This is my beloved! This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem! | 16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. |
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