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But my beloved had withdrawn himself;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.
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His head is [as] the finest gold;
His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
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His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
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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;
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His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
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His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.