The Beloved
1 I ahave come to my garden, my bsister, my spouse;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
cI have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O dfriends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
cI have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O dfriends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
The Shulamite’s Troubled Evening
(To His Friends) The Shulamite
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
aHe knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister,1 my1 love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.”
It is the voice of my beloved!
aHe knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister,1 my1 love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.”
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
Book Notes:
Robertson's Book Notes (NT)