The Song of Songs 5

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Song of Songs 5:1-16 (KJV)

 1 I am come into 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: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. 

Solomon speaks.

2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night. 

Some say this is the dream of the woman.  She hears him calling for her while he is knocking and is unable to open the door.

3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 

Who is talking here?  Is she saying I am undressed?

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him. 

She states he is trying to get in and her body is aching to let him in.

5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 

Smelling good, she rises to open the door.

6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 

By the time she did open the door, he was gone.

7 The 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. 

She tells of the men who watched the city, beat her, and left her wounded;  Perhaps they thought she was a prostitute.  It may have been uncommon for a woman to be walking in the night to seek the man she loves.

8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love. 

Unable to keep the search, she tells her friends to let him know she was looking for her him.

9 What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, that thou dost so charge us? 

They asked her;  why should we tell a man that?  He is one man, you are beautiful; what is so special about him?

10 My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 

11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven. 

12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set. 

13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 

14 His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl: his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires. 

15 His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

 16 His mouth [is] most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Verses 10-16

She describes him.  She may be given them a full description of him so they will see and know he is the right one to tell him of her message.  

She describes him in such a way, it will be difficult to miss him if they saw him.