Song of Solomon 5

Ηλθον εις τον κηπον μου, αδελφη μου, νυμφη ετρυγησα την σμυρναν μου μετα των αρωματων μου εφαγον την κηρηθραν μου μετα του μελιτος μου επιον τον οινον μου μετα του γαλακτος μου Φαγετε, φιλοι πιετε, ναι, πιετε αφθονως, αγαπητοι.
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.
Εγω κοιμωμαι, αλλ η καρδια μου αγρυπνει φωνη του αγαπητου μου κρουει Ανοιξον μοι, αδελφη μου, αγαπητη μου, περιστερα μου, αμωμητε μου διοτι η κεφαλη μου εγεμισεν απο δροσου, οι βοστρυχοι μου απο ψεκαδων της νυκτος.
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.
Εξεδυθην τον χιτωνα μου πως να ενδυθω αυτον; ενιψα τους ποδας μου πως θελω μολυνει αυτους;
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Ο αγαπητος μου εισηξε την χειρα αυτου δια της τρυπης της θυρας, και τα σπλαγχνα μου εταραχθησαν δι αυτον.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Εγω εσηκωθην δια να ανοιξω εις τον αγαπητον μου και αι χειρες μου εσταζον σμυρναν, και οι δακτυλοι μου σμυρναν σταλακτην, επι τας λαβας του μοχλου.
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.
Εγω ηνοιξα εις τον αγαπητον μου αλλ ο αγαπητος μου εσυρθη, εφυγεν η ψυχη μου ελιποθυμησεν εις τον λογον αυτου εζητησα αυτον και δεν ευρηκα αυτον, εφωνησα αυτον και δεν μοι απεκριθη.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Με ευρηκαν οι φυλακες οι περιερχομενοι την πολιν, με εκτυπησαν, με επληγωσαν οι φυλακες των τειχων αφηρεσαν απ εμου το ιματιον μου.
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.
Σας ορκιζω, θυγατερες Ιερουσαλημ, εαν ευρητε τον αγαπητον μου, Τι θελετε ειπει προς αυτον; Οτι ειμαι τετρωμενη υπο αγαπης.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Τι διαφερει αλλου αγαπητου ο αγαπητος σου, ω ωραια μεταξυ των γυναικων; τι διαφερει αλλου αγαπητου ο αγαπητος σου, και ωρκισας ημας ουτως;
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?
Ο αγαπητος μου ειναι λευκος και ερυθρος, διακρινομενος μεταξυ μυριαδων
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Η κεφαλη αυτου ειναι χρυσιον δεδοκιμασμενον, οι πλοκαμοι αυτου κλαδοι φοινικων, μελανες ως κοραξ
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
οι οφθαλμοι αυτου ως περιστερων επι των ρυακων των υδατων, λελουμενοι εν γαλακτι, καθημενοι ως λιθοι ενθεσεως
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Αι σιαγονες αυτου ως πρασιαι αρωματων, ως αλωνια φυτων μυρεψικων τα χειλη αυτου ως κρινα, σταζοντα σμυρναν σταλακτην
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Αι χειρες αυτου δακτυλιδια χρυσα, πεπληρωμενα με βηρυλλιον η κοιλια αυτου ελεφαντινον τεχνουργημα, περικεκοσμημενον με σαπφειρους
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
αι κνημαι αυτου στυλοι μαρμαρινοι, εστηριγμενοι επι βασεων καθαρου χρυσιου το ειδος αυτου ως Λιβανος εξοχος ως κεδροι.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Ο ουρανισκος αυτου ειναι γλυκασμοι και αυτος ολος επιθυμητος. Ουτος ειναι ο αγαπητος μου, και ουτος ο φιλος μου, θυγατερες Ιερουσαλημ.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.