Song of Solomon 5 — KJVCP
5Verse 1I 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.Verse 2I 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.
Verse 3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Verse 4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my bowels were moved for him.
Verse 5I 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.
Verse 6I 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But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: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.
Verse 7The watchmen that went about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.
Verse 8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,
That I am sick of love.Verse 9What 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?Verse 10My beloved is white and ruddy,
The chiefest among ten thousand.
Verse 11His head is as the most fine gold,
His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Verse 12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk, and fitly set.
Verse 13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:
His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Verse 14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:
His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Verse 15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Verse 16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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.Verse 2I 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.
Verse 3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Verse 4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my bowels were moved for him.
Verse 5I 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.
Verse 6I 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.
Verse 7The watchmen that went about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.
Verse 8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,
That I am sick of love.Verse 9What 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?Verse 10My beloved is white and ruddy,
The chiefest among ten thousand.
Verse 11His head is as the most fine gold,
His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Verse 12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk, and fitly set.
Verse 13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:
His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Verse 14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:
His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Verse 15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Verse 16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.