The Song of Songs
Song of songs, Chapter 5
I have 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 and drink, O friends; yea, drink fully, beloved ones.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. [It is] the sound of my Beloved that knocks, [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.
I have stripped off My coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed My feet; how shall I soil them?
My Beloved sent His hand from the opening, and my inner being sighed for Him.
I rose up to open to my Beloved, and my hands dripped [with] myrrh; yea, my fingers flowing [with] myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my Beloved; but my Beloved had left; He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.
The watchmen who went about the city found me [and] struck me; they wounded me; the keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I [am] sick [with] love.
What [is] your Beloved more than [another] Beloved, most beautiful among women? What [is] your Beloved more than [another] Beloved, that you adjure us so?
My Beloved [is] bright and ruddy, standing out among ten thousand.
His head [is like] refined gold; His locks [are] bushy and black as a raven.
His eyes [are] as [the] eyes of doves on the rivers of waters, washed with milk, sitting on a setting.
His cheeks [are] like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips [are like] lilies dropping flowing myrrh.
His hands [are like] rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.
His legs [are like] pillars of marble founded on bases of fine gold; His appearance [is like] Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth [is] most sweet; and He [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my Beloved, and this [is] my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you.
