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Song of Solomon

A series of love poems between a bride and groom, celebrating love and marriage.

Chapter 5

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KJV: 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.

Geneva: I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you mery, O welbeloued.

KJV: 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.

Geneva: I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.

KJV: I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

Geneva: I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?

KJV: My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

Geneva: My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.

KJV: 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.

Geneva: I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.

KJV: I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

Geneva: I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.

KJV: 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.

Geneva: 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.

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

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

KJV: 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?

Geneva: 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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

KJV: His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

Geneva: His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.

KJV: His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

Geneva: His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.

KJV: His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Geneva: His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

KJV: His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Geneva: His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.

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