1 Aš atėjau į savo sodą, mano sesuo ir sužadėtine; rinkau mirą ir kvepalus, valgiau medaus iš korių, gėriau pieno ir vyno. Draugai, valgykite ir gerkite, mano mylimieji!

2 Aš miegu, bet mano širdis budi. Tai balsas mano mylimojo, kuris beldžia į duris: "Atidaryk, mano sesuo, mano mylimoji, mano balandėle, mano tyroji! Mano galva pilna rasos, o mano garbanos­ nakties lašų".

3 Aš nusivilkau savo drabužius, kaip aš juos vėl apsivilksiu? Nusiploviau kojas, kaip vėl jas sutepsiu?

4 Mano mylimasis įkišo ranką pro duris, ir mano širdis suvirpėjo nuo jo.

5 Aš atsikėliau atidaryti savo mylimajam. Nuo mano rankų ir pirštų varvėjo mira ant durų skląsčio.

6 Aš atidariau duris savo mylimajam, bet jis buvo nuėjęs. Mano siela alpo, kai jis kalbėjo. Aš ieškojau jo, bet neradau; šaukiau, bet jis neatsiliepė.

7 Mane pastebėjo miesto sargai. Jie mušė ir sužeidė mane; sienų sargai nuplėšė mano apsiaustą.

8 Saikdinu jus, Jeruzalės dukros, jei rasite mano mylimąjį, pasakykite jam, kad alpstu iš meilės.

9 Gražiausioji tarp moterų, kuo tavo mylimasis skiriasi iš kitų, kad mus taip saikdini?

10 Mano mylimasis skaistus ir įraudęs, geriausias iš dešimties tūkstančių.

11 Jo galva yra lyg brangiausias auksas, jo plaukai banguoti ir juodi kaip varnas.

12 Jo akys kaip balandėliai prie vandens upelių, nuplauti piene, labai jam tinka.

13 Jo skruostai kaip lysvės, kuriose auga kvepiančios žolės. Jo lūpos kaip lelijos, varvančios geriausia mira.

14 Jo rankos lyg aukso žiedai su berilio akmenimis. Jo liemuo lyg iš dramblio kaulo, pagražintas safyrais.

15 Jo kojos lyg marmuro kolonos, stovinčios ant auksinių papėdžių. Jis atrodo kaip Libanas, puikus kaip kedras.

16 Jo burna labai saldi, jis visas žavingas. Jeruzalės dukros, toks yra mano mylimasis, mano draugas.

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.

2 I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

3 I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

4 My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.

5 I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

6 I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.

7 The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

8 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

9 What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

10 My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.

11 His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.

12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.

13 His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.

15 His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.

16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.