Song of Solomon 05

Lover

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my
bride.

I have gathered my myrrh with my
spice;

I have eaten my honeycomb with my
honey;

I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Friends

Eat, friends!
Drink,

yes, drink abundantly, beloved.

Beloved

2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
It is the voice of my beloved who
knocks:

“Open to me, my sister, my love, my
dove, my undefiled;
for my head is filled with dew,
and my hair with the dampness of the
night.”

3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I
put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I
soil them?

4 My beloved thrust his hand in through
the latch opening.
My heart pounded for him.

5 I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.

6 I opened to my beloved;
but my beloved left, and had gone
away.

My heart went out when he spoke.
I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.
I called him, but he didn’t answer.

7 The watchmen who go about the city
found me.
They beat me.
They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak
away from me.