Song of Songs 5

LEB(i) 1 I have come to my garden, my sister 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 friends! Drink and become drunk with love!* 2 I was asleep but* my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking!* "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, my hair drenched from the moist night air."* 3 I have taken off my tunic, must I put it on?* I have bathed my feet, must I soil them?* 4 My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost yearned for him. 5 I myself arose to open to my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh upon the handles of the bolt. 6 I opened myself to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone;* my heart sank* when he turned away.* I sought him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me. 7 The sentinels making rounds in the city found me; they beat me, they wounded me; they took my cloak* away from me— those sentinels on the walls!* 8 I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem,* if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick!* 9 How is your beloved better than another lover,* O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another lover, * that you adjure us thus? 10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,* distinguished among* ten thousand. 11 His head is gold, refined gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves beside springs* of water, bathed in milk, set like mounted jewels.** 13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips are lilies dripping liquid myrrh. 14 His arms are rods** of gold engraved with* jewels; his belly* is polished ivory covered with sapphires.* 15 His legs are columns of alabaster,* set on bases of gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.* 16 His mouth* is sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved; this is my friend, O young women of Jerusalem.*