Song of Songs 5 / 8
- 1
He
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.
Others
Eat, friends, drink,
and be drunk with love!
- 2(The Bride Searches for Her Beloved)
She
I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking.
"Open to me, my sister, my love,
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 within me.
- 5
I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
- 6
I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul 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 sick with love.
- 9
Others
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you thus adjure us?
- 10(The Bride Praises Her Beloved)
She
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,
bedecked with sapphires.Hebrew lapis lazuli
- 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.