Song of Songs 5:1

“Come, eat of my bread And drink of the wine I have mixed.

Eat honey, my son, for it is good, Indeed, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;

I made for myself gardens and parks, and I planted in them all kinds of fruit trees;

“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, May you come with me from Lebanon. Journey down from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

“You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.

“Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices flow forth. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!”

“My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To shepherd his flock in the gardens And gather lilies.

“Ho! Every one who thirsts, come to the waters; And you who have no money come, buy and eat. Come, buy wine and milk Without money and without cost.

The Bride Searches for Her Beloved