Song of Solomon 5

5I am come into 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;

Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

²I was asleep, but my heart waked:

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,

My locks with the drops of the night.

³I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?

I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,

And my heart was moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved;

And my hands dropped with myrrh,

And my fingers with liquid myrrh,

Upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened to my beloved;

But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.

My soul had failed me when he spake:

I sought him, but I could not find him;

I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷The 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.

⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved,

That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

⁹What 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?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy,

The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold;

His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

Washed with milk, and fitly set.

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

As banks of sweet herbs:

His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

¹⁴His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:

His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:

His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet;

Yea, he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

O daughters of Jerusalem.