Song of Songs 5

1I came into my garden, O my sister, my bride; I harvested my myrrh with my spices; I ate my bread with my honey And drank my wine with my milk. O friends, eat and drink, And O brothers, drink abundantly.

εἰσῆλθον εἰς κῆπόν μου ἀδελφή μου νύμφη ἐτρύγησα σμύρναν μου μετὰ ἀρωμάτων μου ἔφαγον ἄρτον μου μετὰ μέλιτός μου ἔπιον οἶνόν μου μετὰ γάλακτός μου φάγετε πλησίοι καὶ πίετε καὶ μεθύσθητε ἀδελφοί

2I sleep, but my heart keeps watch; The voice of my beloved—he knocks at the door! 'Open to me, my sister, my companion, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is wet with dew, And my locks of hair with the drops of the night.'

ἐγὼ καθεύδω καὶ ἡ καρδία μου ἀγρυπνεῖ φωνὴ ἀδελφιδοῦ μου κρούει ἐπὶ τὴν θύραν ἄνοιξόν μοι ἀδελφή μου ἡ πλησίον μου περιστερά μου τελεία μου ὅτι ἡ κεφαλή μου ἐπλήσθη δρόσου καὶ οἱ βόστρυχοί μου ψεκάδων νυκτός

3I have taken off my tunic; how can I put it back on? I have washed my feet; how can I dirty them?

ἐξεδυσάμην τὸν χιτῶνά μου πῶς ἐνδύσωμαι αὐτόν ἐνιψάμην τοὺς πόδας μου πῶς μολυνῶ αὐτούς

4My beloved put his hand by the opening of the door, And my heart was stirred by him.

ἀδελφιδός μου ἀπέστειλεν χεῖρα αὐτοῦ ἀπὸ τῆς ὀπῆς καὶ ἡ κοιλία μου ἐθροήθη ἐπ᾿ αὐτόν

5I arose to open to my beloved; My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with choice myrrh, Upon the handles of the door.

ἀνέστην ἐγὼ ἀνοῖξαι τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου χεῖρές μου ἔσταξαν σμύρναν δάκτυλοί μου σμύρναν πλήρη ἐπὶ χεῖρας τοῦ κλείθρου

6I opened it for my beloved, But my beloved had passed by. My soul went after him because of his word, And I sought him, but did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

ἤνοιξα ἐγὼ τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου ἀδελφιδός μου παρῆλθεν ψυχή μου ἐξῆλθεν ἐν λόγῳ αὐτοῦ ἐζήτησα αὐτὸν καὶ οὐχ εὗρον αὐτόν ἐκάλεσα αὐτόν καὶ οὐχ ὑπήκουσέν μου

7The watchmen who encircled the city found me. They struck and wounded me; The guards of the walls removed my veil.

εὕροσάν με οἱ φύλακες οἱ κυκλοῦντες ἐν τῇ πόλει ἐπάταξάν με ἐτραυμάτισάν με ἦραν τὸ θέριστρόν μου ἀπ᾿ ἐμοῦ φύλακες τῶν τειχέων

8I implore you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the hosts and powers of the field, If you find my beloved, what should you tell him? That I am wounded with love.

ὥρκισα ὑμᾶς θυγατέρες Ιερουσαλημ ἐν ταῖς δυνάμεσιν καὶ ἐν ταῖς ἰσχύσεσιν τοῦ ἀγροῦ ἐὰν εὕρητε τὸν ἀδελφιδόν μου τί ἀπαγγείλητε αὐτῷ ὅτι τετρωμένη ἀγάπης εἰμὶ ἐγώ

9What is your beloved more than another beloved, My beautiful one among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, That you implore us?

τί ἀδελφιδός σου ἀπὸ ἀδελφιδοῦ ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξίν τί ἀδελφιδός σου ἀπὸ ἀδελφιδοῦ ὅτι οὕτως ὥρκισας ἡμᾶς

10My beloved is a shining and fiery light, Chosen from countless thousands.

ἀδελφιδός μου λευκὸς καὶ πυρρός ἐκλελοχισμένος ἀπὸ μυριάδων

11His head is like refined gold; His locks of hair are shiny and black, Like a raven's feathers.

κεφαλὴ αὐτοῦ χρυσίον καὶ φαζ βόστρυχοι αὐτοῦ ἐλάται μέλανες ὡς κόραξ

12His eyes are like those of doves Sitting by pools of water, Having eyes bathed in milk and fitly set.

ὀφθαλμοὶ αὐτοῦ ὡς περιστεραὶ ἐπὶ πληρώματα ὑδάτων λελουσμέναι ἐν γάλακτι καθήμεναι ἐπὶ πληρώματα ὑδάτων

13His cheeks are like bowls of spices Pouring forth perfumes. His lips are lilies dripping choice myrrh.

σιαγόνες αὐτοῦ ὡς φιάλαι τοῦ ἀρώματος φύουσαι μυρεψικά χείλη αὐτοῦ κρίνα στάζοντα σμύρναν πλήρη

14His hands are like elaborate gold Set with precious stones. His stomach is like an ivory tablet Inlaid with sapphire stones.

χεῖρες αὐτοῦ τορευταὶ χρυσαῖ πεπληρωμέναι θαρσις κοιλία αὐτοῦ πυξίον ἐλεφάντινον ἐπὶ λίθου σαπφείρου

15His legs are like pillars of marble Established on golden feet. His appearance is like Lebanon, Choice as the cedar trees.

κνῆμαι αὐτοῦ στῦλοι μαρμάρινοι τεθεμελιωμένοι ἐπὶ βάσεις χρυσᾶς εἶδος αὐτοῦ ὡς Λίβανος ἐκλεκτὸς ὡς κέδροι

16His mouth is most sweet and altogether desirable. This is my beloved, my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem!

φάρυγξ αὐτοῦ γλυκασμοὶ καὶ ὅλος ἐπιθυμία οὗτος ἀδελφιδός μου καὶ οὗτος πλησίον μου θυγατέρες Ιερουσαλημ