22:005:002 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. 22:005:003 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 22:005:004 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 22:005:005 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fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 22:005:006 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 22:005:007 The watchmen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. 22:005:008 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. 22:005:009 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? 22:005:010 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 22:005:011 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. 22:005:012 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. 22:005:013 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 22:005:014 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. 22:005:015 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 22:005:016 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. 22:006:001 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. 22:006:002 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 22:006:003 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. 22:006:004 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. 22:006:005 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.