The Torment of Separation 1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.
2I was asleep but my heart was awake.
3I have taken off my dress,
4My beloved extended his hand through the opening,
5I arose to open to my beloved;
6I opened to my beloved,
7The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
9What kind of beloved is your beloved,
11His head is like gold, pure gold;
12His eyes are like doves
13His cheeks are like a bed of balsam,
14His hands are rods of gold
15His legs are pillars of alabaster
16His mouth is full of sweetness. New American Standard Bible Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation, La Habra, Calif. All rights reserved. For Permission to Quote Information visit http://www.lockman.org Bible Apps |