5:1 I have come into My garden, My dearly beloved, My bride; 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, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved. |
5:2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. Hark! My Beloved knocks, saying, "Open to Me, My dearly beloved, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the moisture of the night." |
5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on again? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? |
5:4 My Beloved put in His hand by the latchet of the door, and my heart was thrilled within me for Him. |
5:5 I rose up to open for my Beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the lock. |
5:6 I opened for my Beloved, but my Beloved had turned away and was gone. My soul failed me when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me. |
5:7 The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall took away my cloak from me. |
5:8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what will you tell Him? That I am sick with love. |
5:9 What is your Beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your Beloved more than another beloved, that you adjure us so? |
5:10 My Beloved is shimmering and ruddy, preeminent above ten thousand. |
5:11 His head is like refined gold; His locks are curly, black as a raven. |
5:12 His eyes are like doves, beside streams of water, bathed in milk, and fitly set. |
5:13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of sweet aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dripping with flowing myrrh. |
5:14 His hands are like rods of gold set with beryl; His body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires. |
5:15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
5:16 His mouth is most sweet; yea, He is altogether lovely. This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |