Song 5
1
I 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.
2
I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: '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.'
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 heart was moved for him.
5
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with
flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
6
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed
me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave
me no answer.
7
The 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.
8
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell
him? that I am love- sick.'
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 adjure us?'
10
'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.
12
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.
13
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies,
dropping with flowing myrrh.
14
His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid
with sapphires.
15
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like
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.'