Song of Solomon 5 — TOJB

5Verse 1I am come into my gan (garden), my sister, my kallah;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my devash (honey);
I have drunk my yayin with my cholov (milk).
Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, dodim.^{Verse 2}I sleep, but my lev waketh:
it is the voice of dodi (my beloved) that knocketh, saying:
Open to me, my sister, my love,
my yonah (dove) tammati (my undefiled, my perfect one);
for my head is filled with tal (dew),
and my hair with the drops of the lailah.
^{Verse 3}I have put off my kuttonet (kesones, chiton, robe);
how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet;
how shall I defile them?
^{Verse 4}Dodi (my beloved) thrust his hand through the latch-opening,
my heart began pounding for him.
^{Verse 5}I arose to open to dodi (my beloved);
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,
upon the handles of the man'ul (lock, door bolt).
^{Verse 6}I opened to dodi (my beloved);
but dodi had withdrawn and gone;
my nefesh departed when he spoke;
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
^{Verse 7}The shomrim (watchmen) that went about the city found me,
they beat me, they wounded me;
the shomrei hachomat⁺took away my cloak from me.
^{Verse 8}I charge you, O banot Yerushalayim,
if ye find dodi (my beloved),
what will ye tell him?
Tell him shecholat ahavah ani (I am faint with ahavah, lovesick).^{+Verse 9}How is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among nashim?
How is thy beloved more than another beloved,
that thou dost so charge us?^{Verse 10}Dodi (my beloved) is radiant and ruddy,
unrivaled by ten thousand.
^{Verse 11}His head is like the purest gold,
his hair is wavy and shachor (black) as the raven.
^{Verse 12}His eyes are like yonim (doves) by the streams of mayim,
washed with cholov, jewels fitly set.
^{Verse 13}His cheeks are like beds of spices,
like sweet flowers;
his lips like shoshanim (lilies),
dripping sweet scented myrrh.
^{Verse 14}His hands are like rods of zahav set with chrysolites;
his body is like a polished work of ivory decorated with sapphires.
^{Verse 15}His legs are like pillars of marble,
set upon sockets of fine zahav;
his countenance is like the Levanon,
bachor (one being choice) like the cedars.
^{Verse 16}His mouth is most sweet;
yea, he is machamaddim (altogether desirable).⁺
This is dodi (my beloved), and this is my friend,
O banot Yerushalayim.⁺