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The Torment of Separation | ||||
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| 1 "I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers." | 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 I am come into my garden, my sister, my 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, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. | 1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. | 1 I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones! | 2 "I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.' | 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. | 2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night. | 2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. | 2 I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! 'Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with drops of the night.' | 3 "I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again? | 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? | 3 I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? | 3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? | 3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them? | 4 "My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him. | 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 by the hole of the door , And my heart was moved for him. | 4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch. | 4 My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him. | 5 "I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt. | 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; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt. | 5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh. | 5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock. | NASB | KJV | ASV | DRB | YLT |
| 6 "I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me. | 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 opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. | 6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me. | 6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not. | 7 "The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, They struck me and wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me. | 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. | 7 The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. | 7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. | 7 The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me. | 8 "I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick." | 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. | 8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love. | 8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love. | 8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love! | 9 "What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That thus you adjure us?" | 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? | 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 adjure us? | 9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us? | 9 What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us? | Admiration by the Bride |
| 10 "My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand. | 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. | 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. | 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands. | 10 My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! | NASB | KJV | ASV | DRB | YLT |
| 11 "His head is like gold, pure gold; His locks are like clusters of dates And black as a raven. | 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 are bushy, and black as a raven. | 11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven. | 11 His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, | 12 "His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk, And reposed in their setting. | 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 doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set. | 12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams. | 12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. | 13 "His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet-scented herbs; His lips are lilies Dripping with liquid myrrh. | 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, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. | 13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb. | 13 His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, | 14 "His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires. | 14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. | 14 His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with'sapphires. | 14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires. | 14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, | 15 "His legs are pillars of alabaster Set on pedestals of pure gold; His appearance is like Lebanon Choice as the cedars. | 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. | 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. | 15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars. | 15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. | NASB | KJV | ASV | DRB | YLT |
| 16 "His mouth is full of sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem." | 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 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 most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem. | 16 His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem! |
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