Song of Solomon 5

Revised Geneva Translation

5 “I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse, I gathered my myrrh with my spice. I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, drink, and make you merry, O well-beloved.”

² “I sleep, but my heart wakes. It is the voice of my well-beloved who knocks, saying, ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is full of dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.’

³ “I have taken off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet. How shall I soil them?

⁴ “My well-beloved put in his hand by the opening, and my core was moved toward him.

⁵ “I rose up to open to my well-beloved, and my hands did drop down myrrh, and my fingers pure myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶ “I opened to my well-beloved, but my well-beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

⁷ “The watchmen who were around the city found me. They struck me and wounded me. The watchmen of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ “I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my well-beloved, that you tell him that I am lovesick!”

⁹ “O the fairest among women! What is your well-beloved more than other well-beloved? What is your well-beloved more than another lover, that you so charge us?”

¹⁰ “My well-beloved is white and ruddy, chief among ten thousand.

¹¹ “His head is as fine gold, his locks curled and black as a raven.

¹² “His eyes are like doves upon the rivers of waters, washed with milk and fittingly set.

¹³ “His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers, and his lips like lilies dropping down pure myrrh.

¹⁴ “His hands are as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white ivory covered with sapphires.

¹⁵ “His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold, his face as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁶ “His mouth is as sweet things, and he is wholly delectable. This is my well-beloved, and this is my lover, O daughters of Jerusalem!”

¹⁷ “O fairest among women! Where has your well-beloved gone? Where has your well-beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?”