Song of Solomon 5 WBT
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 have come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh, with my spice; I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey; I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him.
5I rose up to open to my beloved: and my hands dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick with love.
9What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven.
12His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
13His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
14His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl: his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires.
15His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth [is] most sweet: yes, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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