nsb - Songs:5

nsb@Songs:5:1 @ »I came to my garden, my sister, my spouse. I gathered my myrrh with my spice. I ate my honeycomb with my honey and drank my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.«

nsb@Songs:5:2 @ »I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the voice of my beloved that knocks, 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.«

nsb@Songs:5:3 @ »I have removed my coat. How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet. How shall I defile them?

nsb@Songs:5:4 @ »My beloved extended his hand through the latch opening of the door. My heart yearned for him.

nsb@Songs:5:5 @ »I rose up to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh. My fingers were sweet from sweet smelling myrrh and they grasped the lock handles.

nsb@Songs:5:6 @ »I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My heart jumped when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.

nsb@Songs:5:7 @ »The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil from me.

nsb@Songs:5:8 @ »I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am lovesick.«

nsb@Songs:5:9 @ »Is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? Is your beloved more than another beloved that you so charge us?«

nsb@Songs:5:10 @ »My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.

nsb@Songs:5:11 @ »His head is as the finest gold. His locks are like date clusters, bushy and black as a raven.

nsb@Songs:5:12 @ »His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

nsb@Songs:5:13 @ »His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers. His lips are like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh.

nsb@Songs:5:14 @ »His hands are as gold rings set with beryl. His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

nsb@Songs:5:15 @ »His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

nsb@Songs:5:16 @ »His mouth is very sweet: yes, he is altogether handsome. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.«