| 1. | I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers! |
| 2. | I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night." |
| 3. | I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them? |
| 4. | My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. |
| 5. | I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt. |
| 6. | I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer. |
| 7. | The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls. |
| 8. | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love. |
| 9. | What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? |
| 10. | My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. |
| 11. | His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. |
| 12. | His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set. |
| 13. | His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh. |
| 14. | His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires. |
| 15. | His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. |
| 16. | His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
