Song of Solomon 4:16-5:8

English Standard Version

^(B)Let my beloved come to his ^(C)garden,
    and eat its ^(D)choicest fruits.

5 I ^(E)came to my garden, my ^(F)sister, my bride,
    I gathered my ^(G)myrrh with my spice,
    I ate my ^(H)honeycomb with my honey,
    I ^(I)drank my wine with my milk.

Eat, ^(J)friends, drink,
    and be drunk with love!

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is ^(K)knocking.
“Open to me, my ^(L)sister, my ^(M)love,
    my ^(N)dove, my ^(O)perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
    my ^(P)locks with the drops of the night.”
^3 (Q)I had put off my garment;
    how could I put it on?
I had ^(R)bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
⁴ My beloved put his hand to the latch,
    and my heart was thrilled within me.
⁵ I arose to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with ^(S)liquid myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he ^(T)spoke.
^(U)I sought him, but found him not;
    ^(V)I called him, but he gave no answer.
^7 (W)The watchmen found me
    as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
    they took away my veil,
    those watchmen of the walls.
⁸ I ^(X)adjure you, O ^(Y)daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
    ^(Z)I am sick with love.