Song of Solomon 5:7-12 in English

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.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

⁷ The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

¹¹ His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

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.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

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.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

⁷ The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you° should find my kinsman, what are you° to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is your kinsman more than another kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman more than another kinsman, that you have so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

¹¹ His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

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.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.

⁷ The city watchmen saw me while they were walking around the city. They beat me and wounded me because they thought I must be a prostitute; those men who were guarding the city walls took my robe.

⁸ You young women of Jerusalem, I plead with you, if you see the man who loves me, tell him DOU that I am very disappointed that we did not make love.

⁹ You who are the ◄fairest/most beautiful► among women, why do you think that the one who loves you is better than other men? In what way is the man who loves you better than other men with the result that you ask us to tell him that?

¹⁰ The man who loves me is handsome and healthy, ◄outstanding among/better than► ◄ten thousand/an uncountable number of► other men.

¹¹ His head is beautiful, like MET purest gold; his hair is wavy and as black as SIM a raven/crow.

¹² His eyes are as gentle as SIM doves along the streams; the white parts of his eyes are as white as MET milk, with what resembles jewels inlaid in them.

⁷ The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you° should find my kinsman, what are you° to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is your kinsman more than another kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman more than another kinsman, that you have so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

¹¹ His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

⁹ What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

¹⁰ My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.

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.

⁸ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

¹² His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

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.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.

¹¹ His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.

⁷ The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.

⁸ Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.

⁹ Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?

¹⁰ My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!

¹¹ His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.

⁹ O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?

¹⁰ My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.

¹² His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.

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.

⁸ 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'

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?'

¹⁰ 'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, That I am sick of love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

⁷ Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched the walls.

⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—

⁹ What is thy friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—

¹⁰ My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is bright as the finest gold, his locks are like waving foliage, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like those of doves by streamlets of waters, bathed in milk, well fitted in their setting.

⁷ The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the powers and the virtues of the field: If ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹ What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, That thou hast so charged us?

¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, Chosen out from myriads.

¹¹ His head is as very fine gold, His locks are flowing, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, Washed with milk, Sitting by the pools.

⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.

⁸ I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved,—What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.

⁹ Lad. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?

¹⁰ M. My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;

¹² His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;

⁷ The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. They struck me and wounded me; the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.

⁸ I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that if you find my beloved— What will you make known to him?— that I am sick from love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved man, most beautiful among women? Why is your beloved better than another beloved, that you ask us to take an oath like this?

¹⁰ My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is the purest gold; his hair is curly and as black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.

⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick with love.

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

⁷ The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle.

⁸ Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love.

⁹ A! thou fairest of women, of what manner condition is thy darling of the beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling of a darling? for thou hast so besought us by an holy thing.

¹⁰ My darling is white and ruddy; chosen of thousands.

¹¹ His head is best gold; his hairs be as the boughs of palm trees, and be black as a crow.

¹² His eyes be as culvers on the strands of waters, that be washed in milk, and sit beside the fullest rivers.

⁷ The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle. (But the guards, who went around the city, found me; and they struck me, and wounded me; yea, the guards on the walls took away my cloak.)

⁸ Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, (that) if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love. (Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I plead with you by a thing most holy, that if ye find my darling, that ye tell him, that I am weak, or that I faint, because of love.)

⁹ A! thou fairest of women, of what manner condition is thy darling of the beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling of a darling? for thou hast so besought us by an holy thing. (O thou most beautiful of women! of what manner condition is thy darling more than any other beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling more than any other darling? for thou hast so besought us by such a holy thing.)

¹⁰ My darling is white and ruddy; chosen of thousands.

¹¹ His head is best gold; his hairs be as the boughs of palm trees, and be black as a crow. (His face is smooth and bronzed; his hair is like the boughs of the palm trees, and it is as black as a crow.)

¹² His eyes be as culvers on the strands of waters, that be washed in milk, and sit beside the fullest rivers. (His eyes be like the doves by the streams of water, that be washed with milk, and sit beside the most full rivers.)

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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved — What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love!

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?

¹⁰ My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

¹¹ His head is pure gold — fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

¹² His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.