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Song of Solomon 5:1–2

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aI am come into my garden, bmy sister, my spouse:

I have cgathered my dmyrrh with my spice;

eI have eaten my fhoneycomb with my honey;

gI have drunk my wine with my milk:

Eat, O hfriends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

2I sleep, but my heart waketh:

It is the voice of my beloved that iknocketh ksaying,

Open to me, bmy sister, lmy love, mmy dove, nmy undefiled:

For my head is filled with dew,

And my olocks with the pdrops of the night.

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Cross references

  1. ach. 4. 16. & 6. 2. So ch. 8. 13.
  2. bSee ch. 4. 9.
  3. cPs. 80. 12 (Heb.).
  4. dver. 5, 13. So ch. 4. 14. See John 19. 39.
  5. eSo ch. 4. 11.
  6. fSo 1 Sam. 14. 27.
  7. gComp. Prov. 9. 5.
  8. hJudg. 14. 20. John 3. 29. Comp. Matt. 9. 15, &c.
  9. iRev. 3. 20.
  10. kComp. Ex. 18. 4.
  11. bSee ch. 4. 9.
  12. lSee ch. 1. 15.
  13. mSee ch. 2. 14.
  14. nch. 6. 9.
  15. over. 11.
  16. pAmos 6. 11 marg.

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ESVEnglish Standard Version

I came to my garden, my sister, my bride,

I gathered my myrrh with my spice,

I ate my honeycomb with my honey,

I drank my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends, drink,

and be drunk with love!

I slept, but my heart was awake.

A sound! My beloved is knocking.

“Open to me, my sister, my love,

my dove, my perfect one,

for my head is wet with dew,

my locks with the drops of the night.”

Copyright 2001 Crossway Bibles

NIVNew International Version (2011)

I 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.

Eat, friends, and drink;

drink your fill of love.

I 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.”

Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 Biblica, Inc.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.

I gather my myrrh with my spices.

I eat my honeycomb with my honey.

I drink my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends!

Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!

I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.

A sound! My love was knocking!

Open to me, my sister, my darling,

my dove, my perfect one.

For my head is drenched with dew,

my hair with droplets of the night.

Copyright 2017 Holman Bible Publishers

NLTNew Living Translation

I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride!

I gather myrrh with my spices

and eat honeycomb with my honey.

I drink wine with my milk.

Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink!

Yes, drink deeply of your love!

I slept, but my heart was awake,

when I heard my lover knocking and calling:

“Open to me, my treasure, my darling,

my dove, my perfect one.

My head is drenched with dew,

my hair with the dampness of the night.”

Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers. All rights reserved.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

I have come to my garden, my sister bride,

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 and become drunk with love!

I was asleep but my heart was awake.

A sound! My beloved knocking!

“Open to me, my sister, my beloved,

my dove, my perfect one!

For my head is full of dew,

my hair drenched from the moist night air.”

Copyright 2012 Lexham Press

KJV 1900King James Version

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.

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.

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