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SNG 5:1–5:16 ©

The Song of Songs 5

The woman’s lover speaking to her

5You who are as dear to me as a sister, my bride,

I am ready to go away with you now and enjoy making love with you.

It will be delightful, delightful like when I gather my myrrh with my other spices,

as wonderful as eating my honey and honeycomb,

and as enjoyable as drinking my wine with milk.

The

Friends, enjoy making love;

fully enjoy all that you do with each other.

The

2I was asleep, and I had a dream.

In it I heard the man I love knocking at the door.

He said, “You who are as dear to me as a sister, my dear one, you who are like a dove, my flawless one.

Open the door for me

because my hair is wet from the dew,

from the mist that has fallen during the night.”

3But I had already taken my robe off;

I did not want to put it on again to open the door.

I had already washed my feet;

so I did not want them to get dirty again by answering the door.

4The man I love put his hand through the opening in the door,

and I was thrilled in my inner being that he was there.

5I got up to open the door for the man I love,

but first I put much myrrh on my hands.

The liquid myrrh was dripping from my fingers

while I unlatched the bolt.

6I opened the door for the man I love,

but he had left.

He had turned away and was gone!

I greatly despaired because he was not there.

I searched for him, but I could not find him.

I called out for him, but he did not answer.

7The city watchmen saw me while they were walking around the city.

They struck me and bruised me

because they thought I was a prostitute;

those watchmen who were guarding the city walls took my shawl that was on me.

8You young women of Jerusalem,

if you see the man I love, what will you tell him?

I want you to solemnly promise me that if you see him,

you will tell him that the way he loves me makes me feel lovesick.

The

9You who are the most beautiful of all the women,

why do you think that the man you love is better than other men?

In what way is he better than other men

that would cause you to want us to solemnly promise that we will tell him that?

The

10It is because the man I love is handsome and healthy,

outstanding among an uncountable number of other men.

11His face is beautiful and gleams like gold, he is as precious as purest gold;

his hair is wavy

and as black as a raven.

12His eyes are as gentle and beautiful as doves

which are beside streams;

his eyes are as white as white doves

which are sitting beside pools of water.

13His cheeks are like a garden where spices grow

that produce sweet-smelling perfume.

His lips are like lilies

that have myrrh dripping from them.

14His arms are like round gold rods,

that are decorated with precious stones.

His abdomen is like ivory

that is decorated with sapphires.

15His legs are like alabaster columns

that are set in bases made of pure gold.

He is majestic, like the mountains of Lebanon.

He is tall and strong and outstanding like the cedar trees that grow there.

16His kisses are very sweet;

he is completely attractive.

You young women of Jerusalem,

this is what the man I love, who is my friend, is like, and this is why he is better than all other men.

The

SNG 5:1–5:16 ©

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