005:001

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

005:002

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them

005:003

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him

005:004

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

005:005

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer

005:006

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

005:007

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love

005:008

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

005:009

My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand

005:010

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven

005:011

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set

005:012

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh

005:013

His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires

005:014

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars

005:015

His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem