KJV Song of Songs Chapter 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, |my| spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. 2 I 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. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole |of the door|, and my bowels were moved for him. 5 I 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and my fingers |with| sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, |and| was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I |am| sick of love. 9 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 charge us? 10 My beloved |is| white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 11 His head |is as| the most fine gold, his locks |are| bushy, |and| black as a raven. 12 His eyes |are| as |the eyes| of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, |and| fitly set. 13 His cheeks |are| as a bed of spices, |as| sweet flowers: his lips |like| lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 14 His hands |are as| gold rings set with the beryl: his belly |is as| bright ivory overlaid |with| sapphires. 15 His legs |are as| pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance |is| as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth |is| most sweet: yea, he |is| altogether lovely. This |is| my beloved, and this |is| my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.