Gustave Moreau "The Song of Songs"
The Song of Songs, or, as some know it, the Song of Solomon, separates itself from the other books in the Bible and is considered the most enigmatic book in the Scriptures.
Chapter 5
1. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends; drink,
yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my undefiled:
for my head is filled with dew,
and my locks with the drops of the night.
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 of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5. I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh,
and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,
upon the handles of the lock.
6. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone:
my soul failed when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me;
the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,
that I am sick of love...
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends; drink,
yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my undefiled:
for my head is filled with dew,
and my locks with the drops of the night.
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 of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5. I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh,
and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,
upon the handles of the lock.
6. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone:
my soul failed when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me;
the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,
that I am sick of love...
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