Song of Solomon 5 GNV
Summary: The beloved answers her invitation, entering "his garden," eating honeycomb and honey, and drinking wine and milk, urging friends to eat and drink freely of love. The woman then recounts a second, more troubling dream: her beloved knocks at night, she hesitates to rise and open the door, and by the time she does he has gone; searching for him she is found, beaten, and stripped of her cloak by the city watchmen, and she charges the daughters of Jerusalem that if they find him, to tell him she is lovesick. Asked what makes her beloved better than any other, she answers with her own wasf of him — head like gold, wavy black locks, doves'-eye eyes, spice-bed cheeks, lily lips dripping myrrh, and a body of ivory and marble — concluding "he is altogether desirable" (v. 16).
1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.
2I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
3I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
4My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.
5I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
6I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
7The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.
8I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
9O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
10My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
11His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.
12His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.
13His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
14His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
15His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem. O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
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