King James VersionSong of Solomon5

Song of Solomon

1 I am come into my gar­den, my sis­ter, my spouse: 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, O friends; drink, yea, drink abun­dant­ly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knock­eth, saying, Open to me, my sis­ter, my love, my dove, my un­de­filed: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I de­file them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bow­els were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fin­gers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the han­dles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had with­drawn him­self, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no an­swer.
7 The watch­men that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wound­ed me; the keep­ers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daugh­ters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among wom­en? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and rud­dy, the chiefest among ten thou­sand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of wa­ters, washed with milk, and fit­ly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flow­ers: his lips like lilies, drop­ping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his bel­ly is as bright ivory over­laid with sap­phires.
15 His legs are as pil­lars of mar­ble, set upon sock­ets of fine gold: his coun­te­nance is as Lebanon, ex­cel­lent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is al­to­geth­er love­ly. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daugh­ters of Jerusalem.