5Verse 1I have come to 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.The Friends Eat, O friends, and drink;drink freely, O beloved.
The Bride
Verse 2I sleep, but my heart is awake.A sound! My beloved is knocking:“Open to me, my sister, my darling,my dove, my flawless one.My head is drenched with dew,my hair with the dampness of the night.”Verse 3I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on?I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?Verse 4My beloved put his hand to the latch;my heart pounded for him.Verse 5I rose up to open for my beloved.My hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrhon the handles of the bolt.Verse 6I opened for my beloved,but he had turned and gone.My heart sank at his departure.I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.Verse 7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city.They beat me and bruised me;they took away my cloak,those guardians of the walls.Verse 8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you,if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
The Friends
Verse 9How is your beloved better than others,O most beautiful among women?How is your beloved better than another,that you charge us so?
The Bride
Verse 10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,outstanding among ten thousand.Verse 11His head is purest gold;his hair is wavy and black as a raven.Verse 12His eyes are like dovesbeside the streams of water,bathed in milkand mounted like jewels.Verse 13His cheeks are like beds of spice,towers of perfume.His lips are like lilies,dripping with flowing myrrh.Verse 14His arms are rods of goldset with beryl.His body is polished ivorybedecked with sapphires.Verse 15His legs are pillars of marbleset on bases of pure gold.His appearance is like Lebanon,as majestic as the cedars.Verse 16His mouth+is most sweet;he is altogether lovely.This is my beloved, and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.
Song of Solomon 5 — AAB
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The Bride and Her Beloved
The Bridegroom
5Verse 1I have come to 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.The FriendsEat, O friends, and drink;drink freely, O beloved.
The Bride
Verse 2I sleep, but my heart is awake.A sound! My beloved is knocking:“Open to me, my sister, my darling,my dove, my flawless one.My head is drenched with dew,my hair with the dampness of the night.”Verse 3I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on?I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?Verse 4My beloved put his hand to the latch;my heart pounded for him.Verse 5I rose up to open for my beloved.My hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrhon the handles of the bolt.Verse 6I opened for my beloved,but he had turned and gone.My heart sank at his departure.I sought him but did not find him.I called, but he did not answer.Verse 7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city.They beat me and bruised me;they took away my cloak,those guardians of the walls.Verse 8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you,if you find my beloved,
tell him I am sick with love.
The Friends
Verse 9How is your beloved better than others,O most beautiful among women?How is your beloved better than another,that you charge us so?The Bride
Verse 10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,outstanding among ten thousand.Verse 11His head is purest gold;his hair is wavy and black as a raven.Verse 12His eyes are like dovesbeside the streams of water,bathed in milkand mounted like jewels.Verse 13His cheeks are like beds of spice,towers of perfume.His lips are like lilies,dripping with flowing myrrh.Verse 14His arms are rods of goldset with beryl.His body is polished ivorybedecked with sapphires.Verse 15His legs are pillars of marbleset on bases of pure gold.His appearance is like Lebanon,as majestic as the cedars.Verse 16His mouth+is most sweet;he is altogether lovely.This is my beloved, and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.