Cânticos 5

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.

2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.

3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?

4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.

5 I rose up to open for my beloved.

6 I opened to my beloved;

7 The watchmen who go about the city found me.

8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

9 How is your beloved better than another beloved,

10 My beloved is white and ruddy.

11 His head is like the purest gold.

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,

13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.

14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.

15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.

16 His mouth is sweetness;