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OEB SNG Chapter 5

SNG 5 ©

5I am come to my garden, my sister;

I gather me balsam and myrrh.

I have tasted the comb with the honey,

And drunk of my wine and my milk.

Taste ye, my friends, and drink;

Yea, drink yourselves drunken, beloved.

In Praise of the Bridegroom

The Bride tells her Tale

2I slept, but my heart was awake.

O hark! my beloved is knocking.

"Open to me, my sister,

My dove, my beloved, all spotless.

For wet is my head with the dew,

And my locks with the drops of the night."

3"I have laid my garment aside,

And why should I don it again?

My feet, too, I have washed,

And why should I soil them again?"

4My love put his hand through the opening,

And moved was my heart for him.

5So I rose to let in my darling:

My hands were dripping with myrrh,

With the myrrh that ran over my fingers

And on the catch of the bolt.

6I opened the door to my love,

But my darling had turned and was gone;

And the soul of me sank, when he vanished.

I sought him, but all in vain:

I called, but he gave me no answer.

7The watchmen were tramping the city;

They met me, they beat me and wounded me.

Those who kept watch on the walls

Seized the mantle that I had thrown over me.

8I adjure you, ye maids of Jerusalem,

If so be ye find my beloved,

What, then, shall ye tell my beloved?

That faint with love am I.

9"What is thy darling more than another,

O thou of women the fairest?

What is thy darling more than another,

That thou dost adjure us so?"

The Bride’s Praise of the Bridegroom

10"My beloved is radiant and ruddy,

The chief among ten thousand

11His head is finest gold;

His curls are as black as the raven.

12His eyes are like doves

Over brooklets of water,

Or bathing in milk,

As they perch on the brink.

13His cheeks are like beds of spices,

Like banks of sweet herbs.

His lips are like lilies – adrip

With their liquid myrrh.

14His arms are like tapers of gold

That are inlaid with jasper;

His belly like ivory wrought

And encrusted with sapphires.

15His legs are like pillars of marble

On sockets of gold.

He looks altogether like Lebanon,

Grand as the cedars.

16Sweetness itself is his mouth;

He is all of him lovely.

Such is my love and my darling,

Ye maids of Jerusalem."

Conclusion

SNG 5 ©

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