Shir Hashirim - Song of Songs 5
1I am 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, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart waketh;
Hark! my beloved knocketh: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.’
3I have put off my coat;
How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I defile them?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my heart was moved for him.
5I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with flowing myrrh, Upon the handles of the bar.
6I opened to 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 gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that go about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8‘I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That I am love-sick.’
9‘What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?’
10‘My beloved is white and ruddy,
Pre-eminent above ten thousand.
11His head is as the most fine gold,
His locks are curled, And black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves
Beside the water-brooks; Washed with milk, And fitly set.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices,
As banks of sweet herbs; His lips are as lilies, Dropping with flowing myrrh.
14His hands are as rods of gold
Set with beryl; His body is as polished ivory Overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are as pillars of marble,
Set upon sockets of fine gold; His aspect is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet;
Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.’