Song of Songs 5 / 8
- 1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. (Friends) Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers. (Beloved)
- 2I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."
- 3I have taken off my robe- must I put it on again? I have washed my feet- must I soil them again?
- 4My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
- 5I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
- 6I opened for my lover, but my lover had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
- 7The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!
- 8O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you- if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love. (Friends)
- 9How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so? (Beloved)
- 10My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
- 11His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
- 12His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
- 13His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
- 14His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.
- 15His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
- 16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.