Song 5

¹I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;

²I sleep, but my heart is awake.

³I have taken off my robe—

⁴My beloved put his hand to the latch;

⁵I rose up to open for my beloved.

⁶I opened for my beloved,

⁷I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city.

⁸O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you,

⁹How is your beloved better than others,

¹⁰My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,

¹¹His head is purest gold;

¹²His eyes are like doves

¹³His cheeks are like beds of spice,

¹⁴His arms are rods of gold

¹⁵His legs are pillars of marble

¹⁶His mouth 5:16 Hebrew palate is most sweet;