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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.
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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.
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3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
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4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
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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.
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6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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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.
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8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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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?
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10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
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11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
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12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
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13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
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14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
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15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
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16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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- 1 “I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.”
- 2 “I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'
- 3 “I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again?
- 4 “My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him.
- 5 “I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.
- 6 “I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
- 7 “The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, They struck me and wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
- 8 “I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick.”
- 9 “What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That thus you adjure us?”
- 10 “My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand.
- 11 “His head is like gold, pure gold; His locks are like clusters of dates And black as a raven.
- 12 “His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk, And reposed in their setting.
- 13 “His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet-scented herbs; His lips are lilies Dripping with liquid myrrh.
- 14 “His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
- 15 “His legs are pillars of alabaster Set on pedestals of pure gold; His appearance is like Lebanon Choice as the cedars.
- 16 “His mouth is full of sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.”
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