Song of Solomon 5 — GMV

5 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, ² I sleep, but my heart is awake: ³ I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? ⁴ My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, ⁵ I rose up to open to my kinsman; ⁶ I opened to my kinsman; ⁷ The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, ⁸ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, ⁹ What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, ¹⁰ My kinsman is white and ruddy, ¹¹ His head is as very fine gold, ¹² His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, ¹³ His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: ¹⁴ His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: ¹⁵ His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: ¹⁶ His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable.