Song of Songs, Chapter 5

1. I have come into my garden, my sister, {my} spouse: I have gathered my myrrh, with my spice; I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey; I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.    2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: {it is} the voice of my beloved that knocketh, {saying}, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, {and} my locks with the drops of the night.    3. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?    4. My beloved put in his hand by the hole {of the door}, and my bowels were moved for him.    5. I rose up to open to my beloved: and my hands dropped {with} myrrh, and my fingers {with} sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.    6. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, {and} was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.    7. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.    8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I {am} sick with love.    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 charge us?    10. My beloved {is} white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.    11. His head {is as} the most fine gold, his locks {are} bushy, {and} black as a raven.    12. His eyes {are} as {the eyes} of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, {and} fitly set.    13. His cheeks {are} as a bed of spices, {as} sweet flowers: his lips {like} lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.    14. His hands {are as} gold rings set with the beryl: his belly {is as} bright ivory overlaid {with} sapphires.    15. His legs {are as} pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance {is} as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.    16. His mouth {is} most sweet: yes, he {is} altogether lovely. This {is} my beloved, and this {is} my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.