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| 5:1 |
 am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrrhe with my spice, I haue eaten my honie combe with my hony, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, yea drinke abundantly, O beloued! |
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| 5:2 |
I sleepe, but my heart waketh: it is the voyce of my beloued that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for my head is filled with dewe, and my lockes with the drops of the night. |
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| 5:3 |
I haue put off my coate, how shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, how shall I defile them? |
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| 5:4 |
My beloued put in his hand by the hole of the dore, and my bowels were moued for him. |
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| 5:5 |
I rose vp to open to my beloued, and my hands dropped with myrrhe, and my fingers with sweete smelling myrrhe, vpon the handles of the locke. |
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| 5:6 |
I opened to my beloued, but my beloued had with drawen himselfe, and was gone: my soule failed when hee spake: I sought him, but I could not find him: I called him, but he gaue me no answere. |
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| 5:7 |
The watchmen that went about the citie, found me, they smote me, they wounded me, the keepers of the walles tooke away my vaile from me. |
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| 5:8 |
I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if ye find my beloued, that yee tell him, that I am sicke of loue. |
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| 5:9 |
What is thy beloued more then another beloued, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloued more then another beloued, that thou doest so charge vs? |
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| 5:10 |
My beloued is white and ruddy, the chiefest among tenne thousand. |
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| 5:11 |
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and blacke as a Rauen. |
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| 5:12 |
His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the riuers of water, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
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| 5:13 |
His cheekes are as a bed of spices, as sweete flowers: his lippes like lillies, dropping sweete smelling myrrhe. |
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| 5:14 |
His hands are as gold rings set with the Berill: His belly is as bright iuorie, ouerlayd with Saphires. |
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| 5:15 |
His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the Cedars. |
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| 5:16 |
His mouth is most sweete, yea he is altogether louely. This is my beloued, and this is my friend, O daughters of Ierusalem. |
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