Song of Solomon 5
The bride invites her beloved to enter his garden and enjoy its fruits, and he responds by saying he has already done so. The bride then hears her beloved knocking and is hesitant to open the door, but when she does, he is gone. She searches for him but is met with violence from the city guards, who take her veil away. The bride then describes her beloved's physical beauty to the daughters of Jerusalem, using vivid imagery to paint a picture of his perfection.
1Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved2Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking. Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night3Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them4My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch5I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh6I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me7The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me8I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love9Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath10Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands11His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven12His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams13His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh14His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires15His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars16His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem
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