|5||Song of Solomon||Reference|
|I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, |
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!
|I slept, but my heart was awake. |
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."
|The fourth song. She (a). He (b). Sg.5.2|
|I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? |
I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them?
|My beloved put his hand to the latch, |
and my heart was thrilled within me.
|I arose to open to my beloved, |
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon the handles of the bolt.
|I opened to my beloved, |
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.
|The watchmen found me, |
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they wounded me,
hey took away my mantle,
those watchmen of the walls.
|I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, |
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him I am sick with love.
|What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? |
What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
|The women. Sg.5.9|
|My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, |
distinguished among ten thousand.
|His head is the finest gold; |
his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
|His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, |
bathed in milk, fitly set.
|His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. |
His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.
|His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. |
His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.
|His legs are alabaster columns, |
set upon bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
|His speech is most sweet, |
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
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