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I opened to my beloved But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone.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.