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. [^1] 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.