Song of Solomon 5

5 ¹I have come into my garden, my sister, 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, friends; drink, and drink deeply, lovers!

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 drenched with dew, my hair with the drops of the night." ³I had taken off my robe—how could I put it on again? I had washed my feet—how could I soil them? ⁴My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. ⁵I got up to open the door for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. ⁶I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul sank when he spoke. I sought him, but did not find him; I called him, but he gave no answer. ⁷The watchmen found me as they went about the city; they struck me, they wounded me; they took my cloak away from me, those watchmen of the walls. ⁸I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love. ⁹What is your beloved more than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you charge us so?

¹⁰My beloved is radiant and rosy, distinguished among 10,000. ¹¹His head is the finest gold; his hair is wavy, black as a raven. ¹²His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, set like jewels in their place. ¹³His cheeks are like beds of spices, towers of fragrant herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh. ¹⁴His arms are rods of gold, set with jewels. His body is polished ivory, adorned with sapphires. ¹⁵His legs are pillars of alabaster, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. ¹⁶His mouth is sweetness itself, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.