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, beloved ones!2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.3 -I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? -4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole {of the door}; And my bowels yearned for him.5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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.8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? -That I am sick of love.9 What is thy beloved more than {another} beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than {another} beloved, That thou dost so charge us?10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.11 His head is {as} the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid {with} sapphires;15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

1 Ek het in my tuin gekom, my susterbruid, ek het my mirre met my balsem gepluk, ek het geëet van my heuningkoek met my heuning, ek het gedrink my wyn met my melk; eet, vriende, drink en word dronk, bemindes.2 Ek het geslaap, maar my hart het gewaak. Hoor, my beminde klop: Maak vir my oop, my suster, my vriendin, my duif, my volmaakte! Want my hoof is vol dou, my haarlokke vol nagdruppels.3 Ek het my kleed uitgetrek, hoe kan ek dit weer aantrek? Ek het my voete gewas, hoe kan ek dit weer vuil maak?4 My beminde het sy hand deur die deuropening gesteek; toe het my binneste oor hom in beroering gekom;5 ek het opgestaan om vir my beminde oop te maak, terwyl my hande drup van mirre en my vingers van vloeiende mirre op die handvatsels van die grendel.6 Ek het vir my beminde oopgemaak, maar my beminde het weggedraai, verbygegaan; ek het my besinning verloor toe hy gespreek het; ek het na hom gesoek, maar hom nie gevind nie; ek het na hom geroep, maar hy het my nie geantwoord nie.7 Die wagte wat in die stad rondgaan, het my aangetref; hulle het my geslaan, my gewond; die wagte by die mure het my mantel van my afgeneem.8 Ek besweer julle, dogters van Jerusalem, as julle my beminde vind, wat sal julle hom vertel? Dat ek krank is van liefde.9 Wat is u beminde meer as 'n ander beminde, o skoonste onder die vroue -- wat is u beminde meer as 'n ander beminde, dat u ons so besweer het?10 My beminde is skitterend wit en rooi, uitnemender as tien duisend.11 Sy hoof is goud, suiwer goud; sy haarlokke is golwende, swart soos 'n raaf,12 sy oë soos duiwe by waterstrome, in melk gewas, sittend by 'n volle bron.13 Sy wange is soos balsembeddings, terrasbeddings van geurige plante; sy lippe is lelies wat van vloeiende mirre drup.14 Sy hande is ronde stawe van goud, ingevul met chrisoliet, sy liggaam 'n kunswerk van ivoor, bedek met saffierstene.15 Sy bene is marmerpilare wat rus op voetstukke van fyn goud; sy gestalte is soos die L¡banon, uitgesoek soos die seders.16 Sy verhemelte is pure soetigheid, ja, hy is geheel en al die lieflikheid self. Dit is my beminde en dit is my vriend, dogters van Jerusalem.