(每日读经9/4) 雅歌 - Songs 5.2–6.3
I have put off my garment; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I dirty them again?
My beloved put his hand into the opening of the door, And my inner parts yearned for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had withdrawn; he was gone. My soul failed when he spoke; I sought him, but found him not; I called him-he answered me not.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They struck me; they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
I adjure, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, What shall you tell him? That I am sick with love.
What is your beloved more than some other's beloved, O you most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than some other's beloved, That you adjure us so?
My beloved is dazzling white yet ruddy, Distinguished among ten thousand.
His head is the finest gold; His locks are wavy, As black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves Beside the streams of water, Bathed in milk, Fitly set.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Mounds of sweetly fragrant herbs; His lips are lilies, Dripping with liquid myrrh.
His hands are tubes of gold, Set with beryl; His belly is an ivory work, Overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are pillars of white marble, Set upon bases of gold; His appearance is like Lebanon, As excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is sweetness itself, And he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Where has your beloved gone, O you most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?
My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens And gather lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He pastures his flock among the lilies.