Song of Solomon 5:2-16 ▼

2 I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, || My dove, my perfect one, || For my head is filled [with] dew, || My locks [with] drops of the night.”

3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, || And my bowels were moved for him.

5 I rose to open to my beloved, || And my hands dripped myrrh, || Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, || On the handles of the lock.

6 I opened to my beloved, || But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, || My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.

7 The watchmen who go around the city, || Found me, struck me, wounded me, || Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, || If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!

9 What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, || O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, || That thus you have adjured us?

10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, || Conspicuous above a myriad!

11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, || His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, || Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.

13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, || His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,

14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, || His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

15 His limbs pillars of marble, || Founded on sockets of fine gold, || His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, || This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, || O daughters of Jerusalem!