1 Já entrei no meu jardim, minha irmã, noiva minha;
colhi a minha mirra com a especiaria,
comi o meu favo com o mel,
bebi o meu vinho com o leite.
Comei e bebei, amigos;
bebei fartamente, ó amados.
2 Eu dormia, mas o meu coração velava;
eis a voz do meu amado, que está batendo:
Abre-me, minha irmã, querida minha,
pomba minha, imaculada minha,
porque a minha cabeça está cheia de orvalho,
os meus cabelos, das gotas da noite.
3 Já despi a minha túnica,
hei de vesti-la outra vez?
Já lavei os pés,
tornarei a sujá-los?
4 O meu amado meteu a mão por uma fresta,
e o meu coração se comoveu por amor dele.
5 Levantei-me para abrir ao meu amado;
as minhas mãos destilavam mirra,
e os meus dedos mirra preciosa
sobre a maçaneta do ferrolho.
6 Abri ao meu amado,
mas já ele se retirara e tinha ido embora;
a minha alma se derreteu quando, antes, ele me falou;
busquei-o e não o achei;
chamei-o, e não me respondeu.
7 Encontraram-me os guardas
que rondavam pela cidade;
espancaram-me e feriram-me;
tiraram-me o manto os guardas dos muros.
8 Conjuro-vos, ó filhas de Jerusalém,
se encontrardes o meu amado,
que lhe direis?
Que desfaleço de amor.
9 Que é o teu amado mais do que outro amado,
ó tu, a mais formosa entre as mulheres?
Que é o teu amado mais do que outro amado,
que tanto nos conjuras?
10 O meu amado é alvo e rosado,
o mais distinguido entre dez mil.
11 A sua cabeça é como o ouro mais apurado,
os seus cabelos, cachos de palmeira,
são pretos como o corvo.
12 Os seus olhos são como os das pombas
junto às correntes das águas,
lavados em leite,
postos em engaste.
13 As suas faces são como um canteiro de bálsamo,
como colinas de ervas aromáticas;
os seus lábios são lírios
que gotejam mirra preciosa;
14 as suas mãos, cilindros de ouro,
embutidos de jacintos;
o seu ventre, como alvo marfim,
coberto de safiras.
15 As suas pernas, colunas de mármore,
assentadas em bases de ouro puro;
o seu aspecto, como o Líbano,
esbelto como os cedros.
16 O seu falar é muitíssimo doce;
sim, ele é totalmente desejável.
Tal é o meu amado, tal, o meu esposo,
ó filhas de Jerusalém.
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:
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.
2 I was asleep, but my heart waked:
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,
My locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my heart was moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands droppeth with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.
My soul had failed me when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that go about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved,
That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
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 adjure us?
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 like doves beside the water-brooks,
Washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices,
As banks of sweet herbs:
His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:
His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
His aspect is like 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.
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love.
2 I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off my robe — must I put it on again? I have washed my feet — must I soil them again?
4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. "I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
7 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 of the walls!
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you — if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
9 How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us?
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.