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          DASV: Song of Songs 5    

Man in love
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.
      I have gathered my myrrh with my spice,
      I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey,
      I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Women of Jerusalem
      Eat, friends;
      drink your fill, O lovers.

Beloved woman
2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
      Listen, it is sound of my beloved knocking,
            "Open up to me, my sister, my love,
                  my dove, my perfect one,
      for my head is soaked with dew,
            my locks with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off my clothes,
      must I put them on again?
      I have washed my feet,
      must I get them dirty again?
4 My beloved put his hand in through the hole,
      my heart pounded for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,
      my hands dripped with myrrh,
      my fingers with liquid myrrh,
      upon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for my beloved,
      but my beloved had withdrawn and was gone.
            My soul sank when he departed,
      I searched for him, but I could not find him,
      I called to him, but he did not answer me.
7 The watchmen making their rounds in the town found me.
      They beat me, they hurt me,
            the keepers of the walls stripped off my cloak.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
      If you find my beloved,
            tell him I am sick with love.

Women of Jerusalem
9 Why is your beloved any better than others,
      O most beautiful among women?
      Why is your beloved any better than others,
      that you would adjure us so?

Beloved woman
10 My beloved is radiant and tanned,
      more distinguished then ten thousand others.
11 His head is the finest gold,
      his hair is curly,
            black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
      beside the streams of water,
      washed with milk,
      and set like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices
      as banks of sweet smelling herbs.
      His lips are like lilies,
      dipping liquid myrrh.
14 His arms are like rods of gold
      set with jewels.
      His body is like polished ivory
      inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like marble pillars,
      set on bases of pure gold.
      His appearance is like Lebanon,
      choice as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet;
      Yes, he is totally lovely.
      This is my beloved,
      and this is my friend,
      O daughters of Jerusalem.

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