Song of Solomon 5

¹ I came to my garden, my sister, my bride;
I gathered my myrrh with my spice,
I ate my honeycomb with my honey,
I drank my wine with my milk.
Eat, friends; drink,
and be drunk with love!

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking:
'Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the drops of the night.'

³ I had put off my garment;
how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet;
how could I soil them?

⁴ My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled for him.

⁵ I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶ I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My heart failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.

⁷ The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
they took away my veil,
those watchmen of the walls.

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

⁹ What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O fairest among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
distinguished among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is the finest gold;
his locks are wavy,
black as a raven.

¹² His eyes are like doves
beside streams of water,
bathed in milk,
sitting beside a full pool.

¹³ His cheeks are like beds of spices,
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are lilies,
dripping liquid myrrh.

¹⁴ His arms are rods of gold
set with jewels.
His body is polished ivory,
overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁵ His legs are alabaster columns
set on bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.

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