NET Bible
"My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him."
— Song Of Solomon 5:4, NET Bible
“My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.”
“My beloved put in his hand by the holeof the door, And my heart was moved for him. ”
“My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.”
“My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.”
“My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.”
“My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.”
The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk!The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers!
The Trials of Love: The Beloved’s Dream of Losing Her LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved:“Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
The Beloved to Her Lover:“I have already taken off my robe– must I put it on again? I have already washed my feet– must I soil them again?”
My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him.
I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.
I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls!