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Song of Solomon 5

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1 I come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love.

2 I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."

3 I had put off my garment; how could I put it on again? I had bathed my feet; how could I soil them?

4 My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost being yearned for him.

5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but did not find him; I called him, but he gave no answer.

7 Making their rounds in the city the sentinels found me; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those sentinels of the walls.

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him this: I am faint with love.

9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?

10 My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

11 His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.

12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.

13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.

14 His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.

15 His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

16 His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

The Message Bible MSG

1 I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover! breathed the sweet fragrance. I ate the fruit and honey, I drank the nectar and wine. Celebrate with me, friends! Raise your glasses - "To life! To love!"

2 I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. Oh, listen! It's the sound of my lover knocking, calling! "Let me in, dear companion, dearest friend, my dove, consummate lover! I'm soaked with the dampness of the night, drenched with dew, shivering and cold."

3 "But I'm in my nightgown - do you expect me to get dressed? I'm bathed and in bed - do you want me to get dirty?"

4 But my lover wouldn't take no for an answer, and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became.

5 I got up to open the door to my lover, sweetly ready to receive him, Desiring and expectant as I turned the door handle.

6 But when I opened the door he was gone. My loved one had tired of waiting and left. And I died inside - oh, I felt so bad! I ran out looking for him But he was nowhere to be found. I called into the darkness - but no answer.

7 The night watchmen found me as they patrolled the streets of the city. They slapped and beat and bruised me, ripping off my clothes, These watchmen, who were supposed to be guarding the city.

8 I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem - if you find my lover, Please tell him I want him, that I'm heartsick with love for him.

9 What's so great about your lover, fair lady? What's so special about him that you beg for our help?

10 My dear lover glows with health - red-blooded, radiant! He's one in a million. There's no one quite like him!

11 My golden one, pure and untarnished, with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders.

12 His eyes are like doves, soft and bright, but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water.

13 His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage, His voice, his words, warm and reassuring.

14 Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin, quiet and beautiful. His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and smooth as ivory.

15 He stands tall, like a cedar, strong and deep-rooted, A rugged mountain of a man, aromatic with wood and stone.

16 His words are kisses, his kisses words. Everything about him delights me, thrills me through and through! That's my lover, that's my man, dear Jerusalem sisters.