THE
SONG OF SOLOMON
Song Of Solomon 5 ©
Here the Bridegroom answers to the bride’s invitation, Cant. 4:16, and shows that He has a singular delight in the fruits of the bride, v. 1. She acknowledges that she has once neglected to let her Bridegroom in, 2. Yet that afterward she, rising, to let Him in, 5. He was gone away, which troubled her much, 6. To what inconvenience she came when she sought Him, 7. She acquaints her companions with her exceeding great love toward Him, 8. With a description of His beautiful stature, 10.
I AM come 1into my garden, 2my sister, my spouse: 3I have gathered 4my myrrh with my spice; I have 5eaten my 6honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: 7eat, O 8friends;a drink, yea, 9drink abundantly, O beloved.
¶ 10I sleep, 11but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that 12knocketh, saying, 13Open to me, 14my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for 15my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
16I have put off my coat; 17how shall I put it on? 18I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
My beloved 19put in his hand by the hole of the door, and 20my bowels were 21moved 22for him.
23I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped 24with myrrh, and my fingers with 25sweet smelling myrrh, 26upon the 27handles of the lock.
28I opened to my beloved; but my beloved 29had withdrawn himself, and 30was gone: 31my soul failed 32when he spake: Ib sought him, but 33I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
34The watchmen that went about the city 35found me, 36they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my 37veil from me.
38Ic charge you, O 39daughters of Jerusalem, 40if ye find my beloved, 41that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
¶ 42What is thy beloved more 43than another beloved, 44O thou fairest among women? 45what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
46My beloved is 47white and ruddy, 48the chiefest 49among ten thousand.
His head is as the 50most fine gold, his locks are 51bushy, and 52black as a raven.
Hisd eyes are 53as the eyes of doves 54by the rivers of waters, washed 55with milk, and fitly 56set.
57His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as 58sweet flowers: 59his lips like lilies, dropping 60sweet smelling myrrh.
61His hands are as gold rings set with the 62beryl: 63his belly is as 64bright ivory 65overlaid with sapphires.
66His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is 67as Lebanon, 68excellent as the cedars.
69His mouth is most sweet: yea, 70he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, 71and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.