Song of Solomon 5
1I am come into my garden, my sister, <add>my</add> 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.
2I sleep, but my heart waketh: <add>it is</add> the voice of my beloved that knocketh, <add>saying</add>, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, <add>and</add> my locks with the drops of the night.3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?4My beloved put in his hand by the hole <add>of the door</add>, and my bowels were moved for him.5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped <add>with</add> myrrh, and my fingers <add>with</add> sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, <add>and</add> 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.7The 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.8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I <add>am</add> sick of love.
9What <add>is</add> thy beloved more than <add>another</add> beloved, O thou fairest among women? what <add>is</add> thy beloved more than <add>another</add> beloved, that thou dost so charge us?10My beloved <add>is</add> white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.11His head <add>is as</add> the most fine gold, his locks <add>are</add> bushy, <add>and</add> black as a raven.12His eyes <add>are</add> as <add>the eyes</add> of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, <add>and</add> fitly set.13His cheeks <add>are</add> as a bed of spices, <add>as</add> sweet flowers: his lips <add>like</add> lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.14His hands <add>are as</add> gold rings set with the beryl: his belly <add>is as</add> bright ivory overlaid <add>with</add> sapphires.15His legs <add>are as</add> pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance <add>is</add> as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.16His mouth <add>is</add> most sweet: yea, he <add>is</add> altogether lovely. This <add>is</add> my beloved, and this <add>is</add> my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
2I sleep, but my heart waketh: <add>it is</add> the voice of my beloved that knocketh, <add>saying</add>, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, <add>and</add> my locks with the drops of the night.3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?4My beloved put in his hand by the hole <add>of the door</add>, and my bowels were moved for him.5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped <add>with</add> myrrh, and my fingers <add>with</add> sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, <add>and</add> 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.7The 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.8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I <add>am</add> sick of love.
9What <add>is</add> thy beloved more than <add>another</add> beloved, O thou fairest among women? what <add>is</add> thy beloved more than <add>another</add> beloved, that thou dost so charge us?10My beloved <add>is</add> white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.11His head <add>is as</add> the most fine gold, his locks <add>are</add> bushy, <add>and</add> black as a raven.12His eyes <add>are</add> as <add>the eyes</add> of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, <add>and</add> fitly set.13His cheeks <add>are</add> as a bed of spices, <add>as</add> sweet flowers: his lips <add>like</add> lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.14His hands <add>are as</add> gold rings set with the beryl: his belly <add>is as</add> bright ivory overlaid <add>with</add> sapphires.15His legs <add>are as</add> pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance <add>is</add> as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.16His mouth <add>is</add> most sweet: yea, he <add>is</add> altogether lovely. This <add>is</add> my beloved, and this <add>is</add> my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.