Song of Songs 5
1Lover
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends
Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved
It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
“Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
for my head is filled with dew,
and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
My heart pounded for him.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
but my beloved left, and had gone away.
My heart went out when he spoke.
I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.
I called him, but he didn’t answer.
They beat me.
They bruised me.
The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
If you find my beloved,
that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
you fairest among women?
How is your beloved better than another beloved,
that you do so adjure us? Beloved
The best among ten thousand.
His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
daughters of Jerusalem.