Song of Solomon, Chapter 5
Chapter 5 of Song of Solomon
I gather my myrrh with my spice,
I eat my honeycomb with my honey,
I drink my wine with my milk.
¶ Eat, O friends, and drink:
drink deeply, O lovers!
Hark! 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.”
how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet,
how could I soil them?
and my heart was thrilled within me.
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon the handles of the bolt.
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.
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they wounded me,
they took away my mantle,
those watchmen of the walls.
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
I am sick with love.
O fairest among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you thus adjure us?
distinguished among ten thousand.
his locks are wavy,
black as a raven.
beside springs of water,
bathed in milk,
fitly set.[a]
yielding fragrance.
His lips are lilies,
distilling liquid myrrh.
set with jewels.
His body is ivory work,[b]
encrusted with sapphires.[c]
set upon bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.FOOTNOTES
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