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Awake and Waiting

I have come into my garden,
        my sister, my bride.
    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, yes, drink your fill, O lovers!

I sleep, but my heart is awake.
    A voice! My lover is knocking!
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
    my locks with dewdrops of night.”
I have stripped off my coat.
    How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet.
    How can I soil them?

My lover extended his hand through the opening
—my heart yearned for him.
I rose to open for my lover.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
    yes, my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the lock.
I opened to my lover—
    but my lover had departed,
    he was gone!
My soul went out to him when he spoke.
    I searched for him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer me.
The guards making rounds in the city found me.
They beat me, bruised me.
The guards on the walls took my veil from me.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you,
    if you should find my lover,
what will you tell him?
    That I am sick from love!

How is your lover different from other lovers,
    O most beautiful among women?
How is your lover different from other lovers
    that you charge us so?

10 My lover is dazzling and ruddy,
    standing out among ten thousand.
11 His head is purest gold,
    his hair is wavy,
    black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
    beside streams of water,
washed with milk,
    mounted in their settings.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spice,
    towers of sweet-scented perfume.
His lips are lilies,
    dripping with liquid myrrh.
14 His hands are rods of gold set with jasper.
His abdomen is carved ivory
    inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of alabaster
    set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon—
    excellent like the cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness.
    Yes, he is totally desirable.
This is my lover! Yes, this is my friend,
    O daughters of Jerusalem.

He

I have come into my garden,(A) my sister, my bride;(B)
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
    I have drunk my wine and my milk.(C)

Friends

Eat, friends, and drink;
    drink your fill of love.

She

I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,(D) my flawless(E) one.(F)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
    must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
    my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,(G)
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,(H)
    but my beloved had left; he was gone.(I)
    My heart sank at his departure.[a]
I looked(J) for him but did not find him.
    I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.(K)
They beat me, they bruised me;
    they took away my cloak,
    those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(L)
    if you find my beloved,(M)
what will you tell him?
    Tell him I am faint with love.(N)

Friends

How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?(O)
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?

She

10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
    outstanding among ten thousand.(P)
11 His head is purest gold;
    his hair is wavy
    and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves(Q)
    by the water streams,
washed in milk,(R)
    mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks(S) are like beds of spice(T)
    yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies(U)
    dripping with myrrh.(V)
14 His arms are rods of gold
    set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
    decorated with lapis lazuli.(W)
15 His legs are pillars of marble
    set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,(X)
    choice as its cedars.
16 His mouth(Y) is sweetness itself;
    he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,(Z) this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem.(AA)

Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 5:6 Or heart had gone out to him when he spoke

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