Song of Songs 5 · שיר השירים

I am 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, O dear ones, and drink; drink deep, O loving companions.

I sleep, but my heart wakes: hark, my beloved is knocking, 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.

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I soil them?

My beloved put in his hand by the latchet of the door, and my heart was thrilled for him.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, 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.

The watchmen who went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

I charge you, O daughters of Yerushalayim, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick with love.

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?

My beloved is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are wavy, and black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves by the water courses, washed with milk, and fitly set.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like banks of fragrant flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping flowing myrrh.

His hands are like rods of gold set with emeralds: his belly is polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is like the Levanon, excellent as the cedars.

His mouth is most sweet: and he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Yerushalayim.