Song of Solomon 5

5 ¹ I 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!

² I 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." ³ I had taken off my robe — how could I put it on again? I had washed my feet — how could I soil them? ⁴ My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. ⁵ I 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. ⁶ I 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. ⁷ The 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. ⁸ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love. ⁹ What is your beloved more than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you charge us so?

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