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Chapter 5

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
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.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
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.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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?
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

GLAVA 5

Pođoh u vrt svoj, sestro moja nevesto, berem smirnu svoju i mirise svoje, jedem saće svoje i med svoj, pijem vino svoje i mleko svoje; jedite, prijatelji, pijte, i opijte se, mili moji!
Ja spavam, a srce je moje budno; eto glasa dragog mog, koji kuca: Otvori mi, sestro moja, draga moja, golubice moja, bezazlena moja; jer je glava moja puna rose i kosa moja noćnih kapi.
Svukla sam haljinu svoju, kako ću je obući. Oprala sam noge svoje, kako ću ih kaljati.
Dragi moj promoli ruku svoju kroz rupu, a šta je u meni ustrepta od njega.
Ja ustah da otvorim dragom svom, a s ruku mojih prokapa smirna, i niz prste moje poteče smirna na držak od brave.
Otvorih dragom svom, ali dragog mog ne beše, otide. Bijah izvan sebe kad on progovori. Tražih ga, ali ga ne nađoh; vikah ga, ali mi se ne odazva.
Nađoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu, biše me, raniše me, uzeše preves moj s mene stražari po zidovima.
Zaklinjem vas, kćeri jerusalimske, ako nađete dragog mog, šta ćete mu kazati. Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
Šta je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, o najlepša među ženama. Šta je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, te nas tako zaklinješ.
Dragi je moj beo i rumen, zastavnik između deset hiljada;
Glava mu je najbolje zlato, kosa mu je kudrava, crna kao gavran;
Oči su mu kao u goluba na potocima vodenim, mlekom umivene, i stoje u obilju;
Obrazi su mu kao lehe mirisnog bilja, kao cveće mirisno; usne su mu kao ljiljan, s njih kaplje smirna žitka;
Na rukama su mu zlatni prsteni, na kojima su ukovani virili; trbuh mu je kao svetla slonova kost obložena safirima.
Gnjati su mu kao stupovi od mramora,
uglavljeni na zlatnom podnožju; stas mu je Livan, krasan kao kedri.
Usta su mu slatka i sav je ljubak. Takav je moj dragi, takav je moj mili, kćeri jerusalimske.
Kuda otide dragi tvoj, najlepša među ženama. Kuda zamače dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom.