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.

13 "Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard plants, 14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices. 15 "You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, and streams flowing from Lebanon." 16 "Awake, O north wind, and come, wind of the south; Make my garden breath out fragrance, let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits!"

The Bridegroom-King

11 Your loving words are like the honeycomb to me; your tongue releases milk and honey, for I find the promised land flowing within you. The fragrance of your worshiping love surrounds you with scented robes of white. 12 My darling bride, my private paradise, fastened to my heart. A secret spring that no one else can have are you - my bubbling fountain hidden from public view. What a perfect partner to me now that I have you.

7 You are beautiful all over, my love, there is no blemish in you. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountain of the leopards. 9 You have ravished, taken away, my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished; taken away, my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than sweet wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.

The Bridegroom King

4 When I look at you, I see your inner strength, so stately and strong. You are as secure as David's fortress. Your virtues and grace cause a thousand famous soldiers to surrender to your beauty. 5 Your pure faith and love rest over your heart as you nurture those who are yet infants.

The Shulamite

6 I've made up my mind. Until the darkness disappears and the dawn has fully come, in spite of shadows and fears, I will go to the mountaintop with you - the mountain of suffering love and the hill of burning incense. Yes, I will be your bride.

1 You are beautiful, my darling, beautiful beyond words. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead. 2 Your teeth are as white as sheep, recently shorn and freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin. 3 Your lips are like scarlet ribbon; your mouth is inviting. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.