Song of Solomon 5:1–16
5 I ahave come to my garden, my bsister, my spouse;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
cI have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
(To His Friends)
Eat, O dfriends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
The Shulamite’s Troubled Evening
The Shulamite
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
eHe knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister, 1my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My 2locks with the drops of the night.”
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I 3defile them?
By the 4latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My 5heart leaped up when he spoke.
fI sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 gThe watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
That you tell him I am lovesick!
9 What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
hO fairest among women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That you so 6charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
7Chief among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the finest gold;
His locks are wavy,
And black as a raven.
12 iHis eyes are like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And 8fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.
Set with beryl.
His body is carved ivory
Inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of marble
Set on bases of fine gold.
His countenance is like Lebanon,
Excellent as the cedars.
Yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,
And this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem!