Song of Solomon 5

¹I 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 !

²I 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 .

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

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

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

⁶I 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 .

⁷The 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 .

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

⁹What 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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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