Oct.
25
Song
of Solomon 5, 6
Son
5:1 I 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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes,
drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved
Son
5:2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my
beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my
undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the
dampness of the night."
Son
5:3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have
washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
Son
5:4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My
heart pounded for him.
Son
5:5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Son
5:6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away.
My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find
him. I called him, but he didn't answer.
Son
5:7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They
bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Son
5:8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved,
that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
Son
5:9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest
among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that
you do so adjure us? Beloved
Son
5:10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
Son
5:11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a
raven.
Son
5:12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with
milk, mounted like jewels.
Son
5:13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.
His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Son
5:14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is
like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Son
5:15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine
gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Son
5:16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is
my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
Son
6:1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has
your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
Son
6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Son
6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the
lilies,
Son
6:4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
Son
6:5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your
hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Son
6:6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the
washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
Son
6:7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Son
6:8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without
number.
Son
6:9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only
daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters
saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and
they praised her.
Son
6:10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the
moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Son
6:11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of
the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were
in flower.
Son
6:12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's
chariots. Friends
Son
6:13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at
you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the
dance of Mahanaim?