Song of Songs Chapters 5-6 (Parsed with approach of Marcia Falk)

(1) I have come to my garden, My own, my bride; I have plucked my myrrh and spice, Eaten my honey and honeycomb, Drunk my wine and my milk.

Eat, lovers, and drink: Drink deep of love!

(2) I was asleep,

But my heart was wakeful.

Hark, my beloved knocks!

“Let me in, my own,

My darling, my faultless dove!

For my head is drenched with dew,

My locks with the damp of night.”

(3) I had taken off my robe— Was I to don it again? I had bathed my feet— Was I to soil them again?

(4) My beloved took his hand off the latch, And my heart was stirred for him.

(5) I rose to let in my beloved;

My hands dripped myrrh—

My fingers, flowing myrrh—

Upon the handles of the bolt.

(6) I opened the door for my beloved,

But my beloved had turned and gone.

I was faint because of what he said.

I sought, but found him not;

I called, but he did not answer.

(7) I met the watchmen

Who patrol the town;

They struck me, they bruised me.

The guards of the walls

Stripped me of my mantle.

(8) I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem!

If you meet my beloved, tell him this:

That I am faint with love.

(9) How is your beloved better than another, O fairest of women? How is your beloved better than another That you adjure us so?

(10) My beloved is clear-skinned and ruddy, Preeminent among ten thousand.

(11) His head is finest gold,

His locks are curled

And black as a raven.

(12) His eyes are like doves

By watercourses,

Bathed in milk,

Set by a brimming pool.

(13) His cheeks are like beds of spices, Banks of perfume

His lips are like lilies;

They drip flowing myrrh.

(14) His arms are rods of gold,

Studded with beryl;

His belly a tablet of ivory,

Adorned with sapphires.

(15) His legs are like marble pillars

Set in sockets of fine gold.

He is majestic as Lebanon,

Stately as the cedars.

(16) His mouth is delicious

And all of him is delightful.

Such is my beloved,

Such is my darling,

O maidens of Jerusalem!

(1) “Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest of women? Whither has your beloved turned? Let us seek him with you.”

(2) My beloved has gone down to his garden,

To the beds of spices,

To browse in the gardens

And to pick lilies.

(3) I am my beloved’s

And my beloved is mine;

He browses among the lilies.

(4) You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem,

Awesome as bannered hosts.

(5) Turn your eyes away from me,

For they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats

Streaming down from Gilead.

(6) Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

Climbing up from the washing pool;

All of them bear twins,

And not one loses her young.

(7) Your brow behind your veil [Gleams] like a pomegranate split open.

(8) There are sixty queens,

And eighty concubines,

And damsels without number.

(9) Only one is my dove,

My perfect one,

The only one of her mother,

The delight of her who bore her.

Maidens see and acclaim her;

Queens and concubines, and praise her.

(10) Who is she that shines through like the dawn,

Beautiful as the moon,

Radiant as the sun

Awesome as bannered hosts?

(11) I went down to the nut grove

To see the budding of the vale;

To see if the vines had blossomed,

If the pomegranates were in bloom.

(12) Before I knew it,

My desire set me

Mid the chariots of Ammi-nadib.