Song.5.5

I got up to open the door to my lover, sweetly ready to receive him, Desiring and expectant as I turned the door handle.

Song.5.5

I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

Song.5.5

I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

Song.5.5

I jumped up to open it. My hands dripped with perfume, my fingers with lovely myrrh, as I pulled back the bolt.