Young woman

The night watchmen found me as they made their rounds. They beat and bruised me and stripped off my veil, those watchmen on the walls. 8. Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem - If you find my lover, tell him I am weak with love.

Young women Of Jerusalem

9 Why is your lover better than all others, O woman of rare beauty? What makes your lover so special that we must promise this?

2 I sleep, but my mind is alert. Behold, it is the voice of my beloved. He knocks, saying open for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night. 3. I have taken off my robe, Why shall I put it on again? I have washed my feet, why shall I soil them? 4 My love thrust His hand through the latch-opening; and my heart yearned within me for him. 5 I arise to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped myrrh, on the handles of the lock. 6. I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away, and left. My heart had gone out to him when he spoke. I looked for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

Song of Songs 5:1

Bridegroom King

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, and be drunken with love, O beloved.

The Passion Translation:

1 I have gathered from your heart, my equal, my bride, I have gathered from my garden all my sacred spices - even my myrrh. I have tasted and enjoyed my wine within You. I have tasted with pleasure my pure milk, my honeycomb, which you yield to me. I delight in gathering my sacred spice, all the fruits of my life I have gathered from within you, my paradise garden. Come, all my friends - feast upon my bride, all you revelers of my palace. Feast on her, my lovers! Drink and drink, and drink again, until you can take no more. Drink the wine of her love. Take all you desire, you priests. My life within her will become your feast.