Song of Songs 5

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. Eat, friends!

² I was asleep, but my heart was awake. “ Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;

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.

⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved.

⁶ I opened to my beloved;

⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me.

⁸ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved,

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved,

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy.

¹¹ His head is like the purest gold.

¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,

¹³ His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.

¹⁴ His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.

¹⁵ His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.

¹⁶ His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely.