Song of Solomon 5

1 I have come to 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, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.

2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

3 I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?

4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.

5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.

7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.

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

9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?

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

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

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

13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is polished ivory bedecked with sapphires.

15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.

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

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.

2 I sleep, but my heart waketh. There is the voice of my friend knocking, Open to me, my dear friend, my sister, my dove, my pious: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of night- drops.

3 I have taken off my skirt, how shall I put it on again? I have washed my feet, how shall I sully them again?

4 But my friend put his hand through the hole, and my body trembled at it.

5 And I arose to give up my friend; and my hands were dripping with myrrh, and myrrh ran upon my fingers by the latch of the lock.

6 And when I had opened my friend, he was gone, and departed. Then went out my soul after his word: I sought him, but found him not: I called, but he answered me not.

7 And the keepers of the city found me, and smote me sore: the keepers of the wall took away my veil.

8 I beseech you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my friend, tell him that I lie sick of love.

9 What is thy friend above other friends, O thou fairest of women? What is thy friend before other friends, that thou hast thus adjured us?

10 my friend is white and red, chosen among many thousands.

11 His head is the finest gold. His curls are frizzy, black as a raven.

12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of water, washed with milk, and standing in fullness.

13 His cheeks are like the growing of the spices of the apothecaries. His lips are like roses dripping with flowing myrrh.

14 His hands are like rings of gold, full of turquoises; His body is as pure ivory adorned with sapphires.

15 His legs are like pillars of marble, founded upon feet of gold. His form is like Lebanon, chosen like cedars.

16 His throat is sweet, and all sweetness. Such a one is my friend; my friend is such, O daughters of Jerusalem!

17 Let my friend come into his garden, and eat of his noble fruit. Chap. 5, v. 1. I come, my sister, dear bride, into my garden. I have broken off my myrrh together with my spices; I have eaten of my seed together with my honey; I have drunk of my wine together with my milk. Eat, my beloved, and drink, my friends, and be drunk!