Song of Solomon

The Torment of Separation

The Groom

“I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;

I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam.

I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;

I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends;

Drink and [a]drink deeply, lovers.”

The Bride

“I was asleep but my heart was awake.

A voice! My beloved was knocking:

‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,

My dove, my perfect one!

For my head is [b]drenched with dew,

My locks with the dew drops of the night.’

I have taken off my dress,

How can I put it on again?

I have washed my feet,

How can I dirty them again?

My beloved extended his hand through the opening,

And my feelings were stirred for him.

I arose to open to my beloved;

And my hands dripped with myrrh,

And my fingers with drops of myrrh,

On the handles of the bolt.

I opened to my beloved,

But my beloved had turned away and had gone!

My [c]heart went out to him as he spoke.

I searched for him but I did not find him;

I called him but he did not answer me.

The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,

They struck me and wounded me;

The guards of the walls took my shawl away from me.

Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem,

If you find my beloved,

As to what you will tell him:

For I am lovesick.”

The Chorus

[d]What kind of beloved is your beloved,

O most beautiful among women?

[e]What kind of beloved is your beloved,

That you make us swear in this way?”

Admiration by the Bride

The Bride

10 “My beloved is dazzling and [f]reddish,

Outstanding among ten thousand.

11 His head is like gold, pure gold;

His locks are like clusters of dates

And black as a raven.

12 His eyes are like doves

Beside streams of water,

Bathed in milk,

And perched in their setting.

13 His cheeks are like a bed of balsam,

[g]Banks of herbal spices;

His lips are lilies

Dripping with drops of myrrh.

14 His hands are rods of gold

Set with topaz;

His abdomen is panels of ivory

Covered with [h]sapphires.

15 His thighs are pillars of alabaster

Set on pedestals of pure gold;

His appearance is like Lebanon,

Choice as the cedars.

16 His [i]mouth is full of sweetness.

And he is wholly desirable.

This is my beloved and this is my friend,

You daughters of Jerusalem.”


  1. Song of Solomon 5:1 Or become drunk
  2. Song of Solomon 5:2 Lit filled
  3. Song of Solomon 5:6 Lit soul
  4. Song of Solomon 5:9 Or What is your beloved more than another beloved
  5. Song of Solomon 5:9 Or What is your beloved more than another beloved
  6. Song of Solomon 5:10 I.e., of reddish hair or skin
  7. Song of Solomon 5:13 Lit Towers
  8. Song of Solomon 5:14 Lit lapis lazuli
  9. Song of Solomon 5:16 Lit palate