Song of Songs 5
Christ awaketh the Church with his calling.
Song of Songs 5:1 I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
The Church having a taste of Christ's love is sick of love.
Song of Songs 5:2 I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! 'Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.' Song of Songs 5:3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them? Song of Songs 5:4 My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him. Song of Songs 5:5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock. Song of Songs 5:6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrewhe passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not. Song of Songs 5:7 The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me. Song of Songs 5:8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my belovedWhat do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!
A description of Christ by his graces.
Song of Songs 5:9 What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us? Song of Songs 5:10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! Song of Songs 5:11 His head [is] pure goldfine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, Song of Songs 5:12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. Song of Songs 5:13 His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, Song of Songs 5:14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, Song of Songs 5:15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. Song of Songs 5:16 His mouth is sweetnessand all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!