Song of Solomon 5

The Torment of Separation

“I have b come into my garden c my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my d myrrh along with my balsam.
I have eaten my honeycomb
Lit with
and my f honey;
I have g drunk my wine
Lit with
and my milk.
Eat i friends;
Drink and
Or become drunk
imbibe deeply, O lovers.”

I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
Open to me, l my sister, my darling,
m My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is
Lit filled
drenched with dew,
My o locks with the
Lit drops
damp of the night.’
“I have q taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have r washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
My beloved extended his hand through the opening,
And my
Lit bowels
t feelings were aroused for him.
I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands u dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with
Lit passing
liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had w turned away and had gone!
Lit soul
heart went out to him as he y spoke.
I z searched for him but I did not find him;
I aa called him but he did not answer me.
“The ab watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
“I ac adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For ad I am lovesick.”

Or What is your beloved more than another beloved
What kind of beloved is your beloved,
O ag most beautiful among women?
Or What is your beloved more than another beloved
What kind of beloved is your beloved,
That thus you adjure us?”

Admiration by the Bride

My beloved is dazzling and aj ruddy,
Lit Lifted up banner
al Outstanding among ten thousand.
11 His head is like gold, pure gold;
His am locks are like clusters of dates
And black as a raven.
12 “His an eyes are like doves
Beside streams of water,
Bathed in milk,
Lit sitting upon
reposed in their ap setting.
13 His cheeks are like a aq bed of balsam,
Banks of sweet-scented herbs;
His lips are ar lilies
as Dripping with liquid myrrh.
14 His hands are rods of gold
Set with at beryl;
His abdomen is carved ivory
Inlaid with
Lit lapis lazuli
av sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of alabaster
Set on pedestals of pure gold;
His appearance is like aw Lebanon
Choice as the ax cedars.
16 “His
Lit palate
az mouth is full of sweetness.
And he is wholly ba desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.”

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