Cânticos 5

1 I AM come into my garden, my sister,

2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh,

3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole

5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself,

7 The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

9 What is thy beloved more than

10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

11 His head is

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; washed with milk,

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs: his lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 His hands are

15 His legs are

16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.