Song of Songs 5
The Torment Of Separation
I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, friends;
Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.”
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
My locks with the damp of the night.’
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
And my feelings were aroused for him.
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
But my beloved had turned away and had gone!
My heart went out to him as he spoke.
I searched for him but I did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For I am lovesick.”
O most beautiful among women?
What kind of beloved is your beloved,
That thus you adjure us?”
Outstanding among ten thousand.
His locks are like clusters of dates
And black as a raven.
Beside streams of water,
Bathed in milk,
And reposed in their setting.
Banks of sweet-scented herbs;
His lips are lilies
Dripping with liquid myrrh.
Set with beryl;
His abdomen is carved ivory
Inlaid with sapphires.
Set on pedestals of pure gold;
His appearance is like Lebanon
Choice as the cedars.
And he is wholly desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.”