Song Of Solomon

Song Of Solomon 5 ©

1 Christ awaketh the church with His calling. 2 The church having a taste of Christ's love is sick of love. 9 A description of Christ by his graces.


I aAM come into my garden, bmy sister, my spouse: I chave gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: deat, O friends; drink, 1yea, drink abundantly, eO beloved.


fI sleep, but my heart waketh: git is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, hOpen to me, my sister, imy love, jmy dove, kmy undefiled: lfor my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

k ch. 6.9.

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


My nbeloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my *bowels were moved 2for him.


I orose up to open to my beloved; pand my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with 3sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.


qI opened to my beloved; rbut my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: smy soul failed when he spake: tI sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.


uThe 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.


vI charge you, wO daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, 4that ye tell him, that xI am sick of love.

w ch. 1.5.
x ch. 2.5.

yWhat is thy beloved more than another beloved, zO thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?


aMy beloved is white and ruddy, 5the chiefest among ten thousand.


His bhead is as the most fine gold, chis locks are 6bushy, and black as a raven.


His deyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, 7and fitly set.


His echeeks are as a bed of spices, as 8sweet flowers: fhis lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.


His ghands are as gold rings set with the hberyl: ihis belly is as bright ivory overlaid with jsapphires.


His klegs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: lhis countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.


mHis 9mouth is most sweet: nyea, he is altogether lovely. oThis is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.