Song of Solomon 5:2-14

²M. I slept, but my heart was awake; It was the voice of my beloved, who was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is filled with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night.”

³“I have taken off my vest said I; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.

⁸I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved,—What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.

⁹Lad. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?

¹⁰M. My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;

¹²His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;

¹³His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;

¹⁴His hands are gold rings set with chrysolite; His body is wrought-work of ivory, overlaid with sapphires;