Song of Songs 5:1-15

¹I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!

²Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”

³I replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”

⁴My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.

⁵I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.

⁷The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.

⁸Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.

⁹Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?

¹⁰My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!

¹¹His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.

¹²His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.

¹³His cheeks are like a flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.

¹⁴His arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.

¹⁵His legs are columns of alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.