Song of Solomon 5:1-7 ▼

1 “I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have picked my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.”

2 “I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, My locks with the damp of the night.’

3 I have taken off my long-sleeved garment, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again?

4 My beloved sent forth his hand through the opening, And my feelings moaned for him.

5 I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and passed by! My soul went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

7 The watchmen who go about in the city found me, They struck me and wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.