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$Title{Old Testament, The
Chapter 5}
$Subtitle{}
$Author{Various}
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$Date{1885}
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Title: Old Testament, The
Book: Song Of Solomon
Author: Various
Date: 1885
Chapter 5
I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:
I have gathered my myrrh with my ^1 spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends;
Drink, yea, drink abundantly, ^2 O beloved.
[Footnote 1: Or, balsam]
[Footnote 2: Or, of love]
I ^3 was asleep, but my heart waked:
It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my ^4 undefiled;
For my head is filled with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.
I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my ^5 heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had ^6 withdrawn himself, and was gone.
My soul ^7 had failed me when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my ^8 mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved,
^9 That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
[Footnote 3: Or, sleep, but my heart waketh]
[Footnote 4: Heb. perfect.]
[Footnote 5: Heb. bowels.]
[Footnote 6: Or, turned away]
[Footnote 7: Heb. went forth.]
[Footnote 8: Or, veil]
[Footnote 9: Heb. What will ye tell him? That &c.]
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 adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddy,
^10 The chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold;
His locks are ^11 bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,
Washed with milk, and ^12 fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of ^1 spices,
As ^13 banks of sweet herbs:
His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His hands are as ^14 rings of gold set with ^15 beryl:
His body is as ^16 ivory work ^17 overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His ^18 mouth is most sweet;
Yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
[Footnote 10: Heb. Marked out by a banner.]
[Footnote 11: Or, curling]
[Footnote 12: Or, sitting by full streams]
[Footnote 1: Or, balsam]
[Footnote 13: Or, towers of perfumes]
[Footnote 14: Or, cylinders]
[Footnote 15: Or, topaz]
[Footnote 16: Or, bright ivory]
[Footnote 17: Or, encrusted]
[Footnote 18: Or, speech Heb. palate.]