Song of Solomon 5:6Catholic Public Domain VersionMy beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch. See the chapter |
For I arrived, and there was no man. I called out, and there was no one who would hear. Has my hand been shortened and become small, so that I am unable to redeem? Or is there no power in me to deliver? Behold, at my rebuke, I will make the sea into a desert. I will turn rivers into dry land. The fish will rot for lack of water and will die of thirst.