Song of Songs 5:1-13

¹My sister spousess, come thou into my garden. I have reaped my myrrh, with my sweet smelling spices; I have eaten an honeycomb, with mine honey; I have drunk my wine, with my milk. Friends, eat ye, and drink; and most dear friends, be ye filled greatly.

²I sleep, and mine heart waketh. The voice of my darling knocking; my sister, my love, my culver, my spousess unwemmed, open thou to me; for mine head is full of dew, and mine hairs be full of the drops of nights.

³I have unclothed me of my coat; how shall I be clothed therein? I have washed my feet; how shall I defoul them?

⁴My darling put his hand by an hole in the door; and my womb trembled at the touching thereof.

⁵I rose, for to open to my darling; mine hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers were full of myrrh most proved.

⁶I opened the wicket of my door to my darling; and he had bowed away, and had passed forth. My soul was melted, as the darling spake; I sought, and I found not him; I called, and he answered not to me.

⁷The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle.

⁸Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love.

⁹A! thou fairest of women, of what manner condition is thy darling of the beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling of a darling? for thou hast so besought us by an holy thing.

¹⁰My darling is white and ruddy; chosen of thousands.

¹¹His head is best gold; his hairs be as the boughs of palm trees, and be black as a crow.

¹²His eyes be as culvers on the strands of waters, that be washed in milk, and sit beside the fullest rivers.

¹³His cheeks be as gardens of sweet smelling spices, set of ointment makers; his lips be as lilies, dropping down the best myrrh.