Ct 5 (King James)

   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.
   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. ³ I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? ⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 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. ⁶ I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 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. ¹³ His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. ¹⁴ His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. ¹⁵ His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. ¹⁶ His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Ct 5 (Vulgate)

   ¹ [Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum,
et comedat fructum pomorum suorum.
Veni in hortum meum, soror mea, sponsa ;
messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis ;
comedi favum cum melle meo ;
bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo ;
comedite, amici, et bibite,
et inebriamini, carissimi.
   ² Ego dormio, et cor meum vigilat.
Vox dilecti mei pulsantis :
Aperi mihi, soror mea, amica mea,
columba mea, immaculata mea,
quia caput meum plenum est rore,
et cincinni mei guttis noctium.
   ³ Expoliavi me tunica mea : quomodo induar illa ?
lavi pedes meos : quomodo inquinabo illos ?
   ⁴ Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen,
et venter meus intremuit ad tactum ejus.
   ⁵ Surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo ;
manus meæ stillaverunt myrrham,
et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima.
   ⁶ Pessulum ostii mei aperui dilecto meo,
at ille declinaverat, atque transierat.
Anima mea liquefacta est, ut locutus est ;
quæsivi, et non inveni illum ;
vocavi, et non respondit mihi.
   ⁷ Invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem ;
percusserunt me, et vulneraverunt me.
Tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.
   ⁸ Adjuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem,
si inveneritis dilectum meum,
ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo.
   ⁹ Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, o pulcherrima mulierum ?
qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, quia sic adjurasti nos ?
   ¹⁰ Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus ;
electus ex millibus.
   ¹¹ Caput ejus aurum optimum ;
comæ ejus sicut elatæ palmarum, nigræ quasi corvus.
   ¹² Oculi ejus sicut columbæ super rivulos aquarum,
quæ lacte sunt lotæ, et resident juxta fluenta plenissima.
   ¹³ Genæ illius sicut areolæ aromatum,
consitæ a pigmentariis.
Labia ejus lilia,
distillantia myrrham primam.
   ¹⁴ Manus illius tornatiles, aureæ,
plenæ hyacinthis.
Venter ejus eburneus,
distinctus sapphiris.
   ¹⁵ Crura illius columnæ marmoreæ
quæ fundatæ sunt super bases aureas.
Species ejus ut Libani,
electus ut cedri.
   ¹⁶ Guttur illius suavissimum,
et totus desiderabilis.
Talis est dilectus meus,
et ipse est amicus meus, filiæ Jerusalem.
   ¹⁷ Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum ?
quo declinavit dilectus tuus ?
et quæremus eum tecum.]