Song of Solomon 5:1-7 ▼

1 I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk! The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers!

2 I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved: |Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.|

3 I have already taken off my robe--must I put it on again? I have already washed my feet--must I soil them again?|

4 My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him.

5 I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh--my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.

6 I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.

7 The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls!