http://brojed.org/cms/components/com_zefaniabible/images/bible_100.jpg http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=kgJ82&b=22&c=5&Itemid=101&ord=041826 http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=kgJ82&b=22&c=5&Itemid=101&ord=041826 Zefania Bible en-gb brojed.org Song of Songs chapter 5 http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=kgJ82&b=22&c=5&Itemid=101&ord=041826 http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=kgJ82&b=22&c=5&Itemid=101&ord=041826 Sat, 18 Apr 2026 11:10:38 +0000 I have come to 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. (TO HIS FRIENDS) Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, drink deeply, O beloved ones! THE SHULAMITE I sleep, but my heart is awake; [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." I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on [again?] I have washed my feet; How can I defile them? My beloved put his hand By the latch [of the door,] And my heart yearned for him. I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped [with] myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock. I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away [and] was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I [am] lovesick! THE DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM What [is] your beloved More than [another] beloved, O fairest among women? What [is] your beloved More than [another] beloved, That you so charge us? THE SHULAMITE My beloved [is] white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand. His head [is like] the finest gold; His locks [are] wavy, [And] black as a raven. His eyes [are] like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, [And] fitly set. His cheeks [are] like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips [are] lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh. His hands [are] rods of gold Set with beryl. His body [is] carved ivory Inlaid [with] sapphires. His legs [are] pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance [is] like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars. His mouth [is] most sweet, Yes, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my beloved, And this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem! THE DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM