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“1 ¶ I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: 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, yea, drink
abundantly, O beloved.”
“2 ¶ I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that
knocketh, [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. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have
washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by
the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him. 5 I rose up to
open to my beloved; and my hands dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers
[with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to
my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone: my
soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I
called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that went about the
city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls
took away my veil from me. 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if
ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.”
“9 ¶ 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? 10 My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest
among ten thousand. 11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks
[are] bushy, [and] black as a raven. 12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of
doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set. 13 His
cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like]
lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 14 His hands [are as] gold rings
set with the beryl: his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with]
sapphires. 15 His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of
fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16
His mouth [is] most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my
beloved, and this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” (Song of
Solomon 5:1-16 AV)
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