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New Testament
Song of Solomon 5
I Have Come Into My Garden
The Man
51I have come into 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.
Eat and Drink
Eat, friends! Drink!
Be intoxicated with love!
At Night...the Watchmen
The Woman
2I was sleeping but my heart was awake.
A sound! My lover is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister,
my darling, my dove, my perfect one,
because my head is soaked with dew,
my locks with the dampness of the night.”
3“I have taken off my robe.
Why should I get dressed again?
I have washed my feet.
Why should I get them dirty again?”
4My lover thrust his hand through the opening in the door.
My feelings were aroused for him.
5I arose to open for my lover.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
6I opened for my lover,
but my lover had left.
He was gone.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer.
7The watchmen who patrol the city found me.
They beat me. They bruised me.
They took my shawl away from me,
those watchmen of the walls!
8Daughters of Jerusalem, you must swear to me—
if you find my lover—
what will you tell him?
—that I am sick with love.
The Friends
9What makes your lover better than any other lover,
most beautiful of women?
What makes your beloved better than any other lover,
that you make us swear in this way?
My Lover Is Radiant
The Woman
10My lover is radiant and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.
11His head is the best gold, the purest gold.
His locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves by streams of water.
They are washed in milk, set in sockets.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spice, towers of perfumes.
His lips are lilies dripping with liquid myrrh.
His stomach is like polished ivory
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as cedars.
16His mouth is so sweet.
He is completely desirable.
This is my lover.
This is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.